A Nice Evening for Baseball

Tuesday night after work I went to a college baseball game. The Baltimore Redbirds, the team in the Cal Ripken Collegiate Baseball League, I followed for the last three seasons folded after last season, but the same field the Redbirds used, Carlo Crispino Stadium at Calvert Hall High School in Towson, is used for teams … Continue reading A Nice Evening for Baseball

(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

Playoff Baseball in Towson on a Summer’s Night

There’s a reason you play nine innings — in a baseball game, so long as you have outs remaining, no lead is insurmountable. Last night I went into Towson for playoff baseball, my first in-person postseason baseball game since the fateful Game 2 of the 2014 NLDS between the Washington Nationals and the San Francisco … Continue reading Playoff Baseball in Towson on a Summer’s Night

A Quiet and Unplanned Baseball Game

Yesterday evening, after dropping off a coworker at the Light Rail, I drove into Towson for another Baltimore Redbirds baseball game. No magical reason for doing so; I’d been expecting to have to stay late at the office or possibly take editorial copy home to write, but Tuesday was incredibly productive in that I wrote … Continue reading A Quiet and Unplanned Baseball Game

An Evening of College Baseball

I hadn’t been to a baseball game in six weeks, not since I saw the Myrtle Beach Pelicans play the Frederick Keys, a game I called “a garbage game” because, frankly, the Keys played like stinky garbage. Then the Beetle died, I had to get together the money to replace it, and, finally, this week … Continue reading An Evening of College Baseball

Safe At Home

Last weekend I visited my parents. They live about six hours away in south-central Virginia, at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The weekend was unseasonably warm — the thermometer flirted with 80 degrees — and instead of taking the direct route home, I opted for something more scenic, something into the mountains. Sunday … Continue reading Safe At Home