Joe Posnanski

Many people romanticize baseball on the radio. Football is something else entirely. On Sunday, while I was driving home from the Big Red Machine reunion in Cincinnati*, I listened to the entire Kansas City Chiefs-New Orleans Saints game on my brand new “Best of Sirius” radio package. I cannot even remember the last time I listened to an entire NFL game on the radio. It was probably when I was a kid listening to the Cleveland Browns game through radio static. Bernie ... Read More

So, I was in Cincinnati for a reunion of the Big Red Machine -- did I mention I’m writing a book? -- and it was a lot of fun, and there were all sorts of hilarious items that I will try to share, but for the moment I have to discuss an important matter. Namely: The sports jersey with your name on the back. I think I have about 17 million of these jerseys now with my name on the back. The only one ... Read More

A Herb Score retrospective is coming at some point. RIP Herb. In the meantime, here's a bit of my life. * * * So, last night, I got to meet the writer Dave Eggers. I’m pretty well blown away by Dave Eggers. I almost included him in the acknowledgments section of my Buck O’Neil book, The Soul of Baseball (only $5.99) even though, if you want to get technical, I had never actually met him, and he had nothing whatsoever to do with the ... Read More

We do try to avoid politics on this blog for all the obvious reasons, and today I find that my collection of friends are inspired and depressed, hopeful and discouraged, all place in between. I suppose that’s how it goes in any election when 52 percent vote one way, 46 percent another. It is something to think about that more people voted for John McCain than voted for George Bush in 2000, many more than Bill Clinton in either his victories, millions ... Read More

Daylight Savings Time fascinates me. It utterly fascinates me that everyone in the entire country -- or at least all the affected areas of our great nation -- will agree twice a year to change time. Here we all are, every last one of us, saying: “OK, yeah, you know what? It’s not 10 o’clock anymore. Nope. From now on, it’s 9 o’clock. No, really I’m being very serious here, turn your watch back. It’s 9 o’clock now, and until further ... Read More

This began as a little side note to discuss Tampa Bay manager Joe Maddon’s rather odd and unfortunate choice to let lefty reliever J.P. Howell hit for himself in the seventh inning just so he could face righty Pat Burrell the next inning. Then I got a few emails about a second-guess column written on the Kansas City Chiefs site ... anyway it turned into this mess: There is something dramatically unfair about the second guess. The second guess is unfair even when, ... Read More

Back at home, I have a Baltimore Orioles sweatshirt, two or three Oakland Athletics sweatshirts, an Arizona State cap, a crumpled 1996 Masters hat, a Cleveland Indians sweatshirt jacket, a Chicago sweatshirt (not any specific team, just Chicago, like, in support of the whole city) and various other clothes items representing teams I really have no attachment to whatsoever such as the Texas Rangers, Calgary Flames and various great American Universities such as Tennessee, Virginia, Florida A&M, Maine and Utah State. I ... Read More

Sometimes, you just have to stop and appreciate just how awful things have become*. It is unfortunate for me, but I’ve had to do that a lot in my life as a sports fan and writer. I had to appreciate just how bad those late 1970s Cleveland Indians teams were; you know those Indians were so cheap and cash-strapped they actually refused to put an air conditioner in the home clubhouse. The Indians gave Wayne Garland a big contract, at least at ... Read More

So, I was thinking about Lolo. I think about Lolo or bring her up in conversation, oh, probably once or twice every month, which is strange, really, because we were never especially close friends or anything. Lolo was someone I talked with at work sometimes. I liked her a lot, but I’m not sure that we ever even shared a meal. I don’t think we have talked in, wow, close to 20 years now. And to be honest, I have no idea ... Read More

It has been a while since we’ve had a rambling, pozterisk-drunk post. Well, not anymore. * * * Philosophers have long marveled at the mysteries and quirks of the human mind. This began many years before they listened to Buck Martinez call a baseball game.* *So, during Sunday night’s Game 7, while Big Game Garza** was pitching the Rays to their first World Series, We all heard Buck Martinez say many odd things. But this especially baffled me: “There are two positions on the field where ... Read More