Well, I promised that I would always try to find new ways to thank you for your support and friendship here at JoeBlogs — thank you again, by the way — so today, I’m announcing another new series. I think you’ll like it a lot, but I will admit, it is little bit hard to explain — I’ve already had a hard time getting people to really understand what this will be. So, bear with me.
Author: Joe Posnanski
Joe Posnanski writes about sports for a living, particularly baseball. Here, he writes about sports and also Springsteen, Hamilton, Harry Potter, iPads, infomercials, his idolization of Duane Kuiper, his family and magic. He lives in Charlotte with his wife Margo, two daughters Elizabeth and Katie, and their dog Westley. Joe is currently working on a book about Harry Houdini in today's world.
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Sometimes, I think about the hours I’ve spent doing things. For instance, I recently got a notice that I have spent more than 2,000 nights in a certain hotel chain, which sounds insane right from the start. When you realize that it means I’ve basically spent five and a half YEARS of my life in that hotel it … well, excuse me while I go find my kids to hug them.
Shadowball 90: Bob Uecker
On an early June day in 1967, Bob Uecker had one of his greatest days as a ballplayer. It was a doubleheader, Phillies vs. Cubs. Ueck started the first game and lashed a three-run double in bottom of the first inning off the great Curt Simmons. The Phillies won the game. Then in the second game, Ueck pinch-hit in the seventh with the Phillies down by four and cracked another double, this one starting a rally as the Phillies came back to win and sweep the day.
Baseball 90: Johnny Mize
Johnny Mize is the sort of baseball player who doesn’t exist anymore — who perhaps CANNOT exist anymore — and it drives many baseball fans crazy. Even fans who have never heard of the Big Cat, who don’t know a single thing about him, miss him terribly.
Shadowball 91: Ray Dandridge
On a Tuesday in March back in 1987, a man named Ray Dandridge answered the phone and, after listening for a moment, became furious. This was a cruel thing, he said to the caller, to do to an old man. Dandridge had already endured so much disappointment in his 73 years of life. His heart had taken all the blows. His mind had been twisted every which way by the years. He could not imagine anyone doing something so unkind.
The Infuriating Prediction
I just don’t see the point of half-hearted, namby-pamby, well-I-can-see-it-both-ways sports predictions. Well, to be honest, I have never really understood the point of sports predictions at all. On television pregame shows, moments before the game starts, they will go around the room asking each and every analyst to offer a prediction. Then they will show us a Twitter poll of fans predicting who is going to win. Then they show video of a few celebrities telling us who is going to win. Then they ask various strangers who they think is going to win. Then they …
World Series PosCast!
So the World Series PosCast is up and available at iTunes and Stitcher and audioBoom and all those places where you get podcasts. And if you need that extra push over the cliff, the PosCast that goes to 11 is available for members over at Patreon. Here is the PosCast Time Stamp: Poorly read ad: The…
Baseball 91: Shoeless Joe Jackson
Joe Jackson could play baseball just like a-ringin’ a bell. Nobody knows how he learned to play. Nobody knows who coached him. He just shows up in our story complete, 13 years old, entirely unschooled, already a veteran of the Brandon Mill textile factory in his hometown.
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The first time I saw it, I was absolutely sure that Country Joe West blew the call. I mean, that’s par for the course, right? The second time I saw, the third time, the fourth time, really the first dozen times I saw it, from every angle, I was convinced that Mookie Betts’ glove was over the wall when it hit a fan’s hand, and Country Joe West blew the call, and it should not have been ruled interference, and it was kind of a travesty.
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For various reasons, I’ve spent a lot of time the last few days thinking about how much I liked the Statcast broadcast on ESPN2 a couple of weeks ago. I’d like to say that it was great because of the excellent job my friend Mike Petriello did, and because of the superb work of my broadcaster e-migo Jason Benetti, and because Eduardo Perez, who I don’t know as well, was excellent too. All of those things are true.