It is a day when multi millionaires prance around the baseball field like European royalty on a polo field. To keep perspective on a game that America continues to love, it is important to look back on the better experiences of watching major league baseball.
With the Anthony Weiner sexting saga still bulging at the seams, perhaps it’s apropos that an alleged nude photo of a Yankees great has hit the auction scene.
This morning, Craig got to see an alleged photo of the “Yankee Clipper” Joe DiMaggio in the nude, which brought a smile to his face and numerous thoughts to his brain…
Sometime in the next week or so, Derek Jeter will hold up his right hand to ask the plate umpire for time, give his bat one more ritualistic twirl and then, perhaps take an iconic inside-out swing and send another liner to right field to become the 28th player – and first in four years – to reach the magic number.
Bill Gallo, a cartoonist and columnist for the New York Daily News, whose playful characters included depicting the blustering New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner in a spiked Prussian military helmet, has died.
If he’s healthy enough to play, Andre Ethier will try to extend his 29-game hit streak against Jon Niese when the Dodgers open up a three-game set against the Mets on Friday.
As baseball teams begin to take the field across the nation, many are looking forward to the records that will be broken, but there’s one record has withstood the test of time and still hold strong.
As a minor league pitcher, Dennis Minogue hardly had Hall of Fame talent. Once he changed his tune — and name — and forever linked Willie, Mickey and the Duke, he earned his spot in Cooperstown.
I was all set to pound the Knicks. Then I saw this silly Siena College poll crowning Derek Jeter as Jesus, the most beloved athlete in New York’s wondrous history.
Bobby Lemke and Leo Smith were two of my best friends growing up in Hoboken in the 1960’s. And they still are. If the weather was bad and we couldn’t play stickball, boxball or touch football, we would head to Bobby’s house (or Leo’s or mine) to play APBA Baseball.