Before we even threw the ball once in this ridiculous March wind — gusts up to 50 mph! — I felt a pop. I looked down and there was a loose string on my old glove.
It took 28 years to break my first string on my favorite glove. It’s almost ...
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Day #64
I woke up this morning repeating a two-word mantra from some ridiculous dream I had, “Monday miracle.” I don’t think I’ve ever put those two words together. I told my daughters about the words as we tried to remember dreams on the way to ...
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Day #63
Sundays are for doubleheaders in these lion and lamb days of March.
In the sun and with a stiff breeze, Harper, Brennan, Atticus, and Will the Southpaw joined me for today’s pre-church game. Brennan and Atticus borrowed gloves from the ...
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Day #62
He taught me about Eli Whitney and the cotton gin and the golden spike at Promontory Point, Utah and The Jungle and the corruption of big boss politics. I did everything I could not to speak in his class. No eye contact. No raising of ...
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Day #61
Bruce Bochy has won three World Series championships as manager of the San Francisco Giants. He said, “When I made the majors in 1978, the manager was Bill Virdon, and to my mind, he’s the guy I’ve most tried to emulate. He was fair, but he ...
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