Art at the Ballpark

Saturday I bought a painting at the Harrisburg Senators game. I had been planning on attending the Saturday game, between the Senators and the Altoona Curve, for a while, as the Senators were inducting Stephen Strasburg into their Bobblehead Hall-of-Fame. In the middle of the week, the Senators also announced that Daniel Murphy and Brian … Continue reading Art at the Ballpark

Buying an Unofficial Nationals Shirt

Every now and then on Facebook I’ll see ads from pages with names like “Monty Python Fans Only” or “Washington Nationals Fanatics” offering unlicensed, unofficial t-shirts. (I was going to screencap one as an example, but I haven’t seen any in a few weeks. They come and they go.) Typically, the ads I’ve seen, especially … Continue reading Buying an Unofficial Nationals Shirt

An Off-Season Project: Colorizing Swampoodle Grounds

Sometime between 1886 and 1889, in either late March or early April, in the late afternoon, a photographer set up a camera and took a picture of the Washington Nationals practicing at Swampoodle Grounds, with the Capitol dome looming over the right field wall (and the McDowell & Sons Steam Elevator building). At work, the … Continue reading An Off-Season Project: Colorizing Swampoodle Grounds

(Mostly) Spontaneous Baseball Road-Tripping

Inside my shirt there was a beetle. I was driving south on Route 11, somewhere between New Market and Tenth Legion, traveling fifty-ish miles an hour, when I felt it crawling on my skin. Pitch black, 10:30 at night, no lights except for the occasional home or oncoming car and the glowing letters of the … Continue reading (Mostly) Spontaneous Baseball Road-Tripping

Last Night in Stumptown

A clipping from the Stumptown Progressive… The hometown crowd witnessed something they had never before seen — the umpires examining a baseball for scuff marks and paint — when the Lake Wobegon Whippets took on rival Stumptown at Olaf Field Friday night. The drama came in the top of the seventh inning when Whippets second … Continue reading Last Night in Stumptown

Baseball on a Summer’s Evening

Wednesday night, I found a baseball outside Carlo Crispino Stadium after the Baltimore Redbirds’ home opener. In a roundabout way, that led me to witness the strangest ending to a baseball game I’ve ever seen. I found the baseball in the grass. I assumed it was a foul ball, hit in a late inning during … Continue reading Baseball on a Summer’s Evening