There was one particular thought that surfaced when almost 3 feet of snow was accumulating outside my window a couple of weeks ago: How many days until pitchers and catchers have to report? I found out the answer earlier today…
The Yanks’ Opening Day can’t be far behind! If you want to know exactly — and I mean exactly — click the image below. You can see how much time is left until the first pitch against the Tigers.
You can make a nifty Countdown Calendar for your own teams’ Opening Day at the wonderful Time & Date.
It’s almost Spring!
Yankees to Open 2010 Major League Spring Training on March 3
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Winter is almost over!!!
and how long before Pitchers and Catchers?
EDITOR’S NOTE: This article was first published this past July. I’m reposting it in joyful anticipation of Game 3 in Philly. Go Yanks!. (Here’s Part 1).
It was the Spring of 2006. I had accompanied my wife to the OB-Gyn’s office for a visit. An ultrasound had been scheduled along with the regular check up. We had been told that it might be possible, at that stage in my wife’s pregnancy, to discover our baby’s gender. The technician told us that a lot depended on baby’s position and his or her willingness to cooperate.
It’s impossible not to be awed by the incredible sight of your developing baby. Especially when you add to the improbability of it all, the fact that you and your partner were in near-fatal –and separate — car accidents. Surviving those had been, in itself, a miracle. A previous miscarriage made the moment terrifying and mystical at the same time.
The technician is describing what we’re seeing on the monitor in the same monotone cadence of a tour guide that’s seen the same sights hundreds of times:
“And here is the male genitalia,” she says.
“Honey!” my wife yelled.
“She just told us it’s a boy!”
Of the torrent of emotions and thoughts that overwhelmed me at that instant, this is the one I remember most clearly:
“Will I have time to take my son to Yankee Stadium before they tear it down?” Continue reading
This was one of the longest weeks of my life. Waiting for championship baseball to start. I didn’t even mind that I had to listen to the never-ending anti-Yankee rantings of Tim McCarver.
October baseball tastes sweeter after a five year absence.
So what’s a nice complement to watching the game on Faux? Checking out the Live Analysis over at the New York Times on the lappy. And you not only get smart baseball live-blogging, you also get interesting tidbits like this:
Update | 10:29 p.m.
Mary Kay Messenger of the West Point band sang God Bless America in place of Ronan Tynan, the Irish tenor who was banned for making an anti-semitic remark earlier in the week.
C’mon Ronan. What’s the deal? It’s 2009, bro! One stupid remark and you ain’t singing in the Bronx in October.
At Live Analysis I also found Kevin Dame’s Visual Baseball Blog. He was ahead of me in the Comments section. Kevin was there promoting his nice blog, a place to find “new ways to view and understand baseball’s rich body of statistics and information.”
I was there to bitch about McCarver.
Please check him out. He’s onto something. I mean Kevin, not McCarver!
Feeling like a sage. Like a bruised sage. I wrote and published the post below ten minutes before the start of today’s game (Yankees won). The Red Sox won the second game of the series 14-1. If I had gloated over last night’s Yankee victory, I’d be feeling worse than I already feel.
We have ourselves a rubber game tomorrow.
Yankees win the rubber game behind the pitching of C.C. Sabathia. The best moment for me? My son watched the middle 3 innings with me. He fell asleep lying on my chest.
It doesn’t get any better than that.
The Yankees clobbered the Red Sox last night. The final score was 20 – 11 with the Bombers out-hitting Boston 23 to 12 including 2 homers by Matsui (he almost had 3, driving J.D. Drew to the wall to end the second inning).
As a Yankee’s fan, I am happy, but I’m not gloating. If you love the game, you never gloat. You celebrate you’re teams accomplishments and reluctantly accept the setbacks. You learn to respect the other team. You remember when they humbled you in the past, like the first eight games of the season when Boston was the winner. Or the come from behind win in the ’04 ALCS. Talk about a humbling experience.