The amateur baseball historian in me is perversely excited that the Orioles could make baseball history this year. Last night, the Orioles seized defeat from the jaws of victory and lost for the 108th time this year. This is the most losses in Baltimore major league history, but not in franchise history; the 1939 St. … Continue reading Flirting with Historic Futility
Saturday night I went to Camden Yards to see the Orioles play the Rangers. Oh, who am I kidding? I wanted the Maryland state flag jersey giveaway. I wanted last year’s, and explored cemeteries in Baltimore instead.
Tuesday night, I saw a woman pitch in a baseball game! It was deadline week at work, perhaps I could have taken some editorial items home to write and get them done. I didn’t. Instead, after work I drove down to Calvert Hall for baseball game. It wasn’t the Baltimore Redbirds playing, though; the Cal … Continue reading A League of Her Own
I had never seen a baseball game end on a mercy rule before. After work last night, I drove down to Calvert Hall to see the Putty Hill Panthers take on the Baltimore Rays. These are teams in the Maryland Collegiate Baseball League. I discovered their games by accident last year when I found a … Continue reading Panthers Maul Rays
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
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
Two weeks of work, off and on, and I’ve finished my colorization of Washington’s 19th-century baseball field, Swampoodle Grounds. The “heavy lifting” — the field itself, the McDowell & Sons building over the wall in right-center, a couple of buildings toward center, the sky itself — was accomplished two weeks ago in a blitz of … Continue reading Swampoodle, in Color!
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
Thanks to a podcast, I found the answer to a random question I had wondered about — what baseball league do the Lake Wobegon Whippets belong to? I didn’t know, and it occurred to me one day that the Lake Wobegon Whippets could — and perhaps should — play in the Green Grass League against … Continue reading A Baseball Mystery Solved
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
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
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