Lancaster Clawed by Blue Crabs

It’s been three years since I’ve been to a postseason baseball game. No, I didn’t attend any of the Nationals 2019 World Series run. I spent the first week of that in the hospital, and, honestly, Diamond didn’t then (and doesn’t now) pay well enough for me to have bought World Series tickets. That postseason,Continue reading “Lancaster Clawed by Blue Crabs”

No Joy in the Green Grass League

The York Revolution were having a Peanuts-themed baseball game. As in Charles Schulz’s Peanuts. As in Charlie Brown and Snoopy and the Vince Guaraldi Trio. And they were wearing custom jerseys and auctioning them off. Naturally, I had to go. Naturally, the game was today, and I didn’t know about it until yesterday afternoon. IContinue reading “No Joy in the Green Grass League”

Roaming Prospect Hill Cemetery

For as long as I’ve lived in York, I’ve wanted to visit Prospect Hill Cemetery. A little north of downtown and Peoples Bank Park, the home of the York Revolution, I’ve driven past it at least fifty times over the years. Every time, I take a quick glance and I can tell instantly that there’sContinue reading “Roaming Prospect Hill Cemetery”

The Stories That Can’t Be Known

On Friday, going to Lancaster for the baseball game, I took the route to Lancaster I rarely take — the back road route to Hallam and Route 30. The intersection of Lombard and Freysville Road is awful, and I’m not sure that that’s even the worst intersection on the route. I wouldn’t let my parentsContinue reading “The Stories That Can’t Be Known”

Scenes from the Barnstormers Opening Night

On St. Patrick’s Day, the Lancaster Barnstormers ran a sale on tickets for their opening night, April 29th, for seven dollars a ticket. Seven dollars! Opening night! How could I resist? I checked the schedule, saw that the 29th didn’t conflict with anything at work, and placed my order. Despite living close to Lancaster —Continue reading “Scenes from the Barnstormers Opening Night”

Beisbol!

Minor League Baseball is known for its promotions and its gimmicks, its weird and wild team names and special jersey nights. As a purist, I don’t always like it. I understand it — it’s all about getting fans through the turnstiles and in the seats and finding fun things to attract the crowd — butContinue reading “Beisbol!”

One Last Baseball Game in 2021

With major league baseball now several days into the playoffs and the affiliated minor league season finished about three weeks ago, the independent Atlantic League is still playing on; their regular season ends this weekend. I’d thought about attending one more game, but York is finishing the season on the road (and work deadlines preventedContinue reading “One Last Baseball Game in 2021”

Baseball Night in Lynchburg

Last weekend I visited my parents in Lynchburg, Virginia. This had been in the planning since April, though the reason for the visit was rescheduled to three weeks earlier, which I couldn’t go, but I went anyway, and, when I was there, besides visiting a picturesque cemetery in the mountains, we took in a LynchburgContinue reading “Baseball Night in Lynchburg”

The Last Weekend of the Year on the Island

Where has summer gone? It seems like it was only days ago that I attended my first baseball game in a year and a half. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I attended my first baseball game in Lancaster? No. No, it was not. Those were in May and June. Labor Day is next week. HalloweenContinue reading “The Last Weekend of the Year on the Island”

Baseball Night in Lancaster

Last night I attended my first baseball game in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. When I lived in Chester County twenty years ago, Lancaster didn’t have a baseball team. Harrisburg, Reading, Wilmington — those would have been the closest baseball teams to me, probably in that order. I never attended games at any of them, though I dimlyContinue reading “Baseball Night in Lancaster”