Daniel G. Moir

It’s Baseball, Ray – Corndogs & Steroids

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby   We have arrived at that point in the Baseball season in Minnesota…

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It’s Baseball, Ray – Of Black Cats and Ladders

Over the years, I have endured a fair amount of grief over my need to mark the flagpole upon departure. My friends find increasingly clever and creative ways to make fun of me for it. That’s just fine by me. Roger Clemens used to go and touch the Babe Ruth plaque in Monument Park before every home game he pitched for the Yankees. My flagpole thing isn’t all that weird.

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It’s Baseball, Ray – Home Sweet Home

There is a reason why “Home” is important to the game of baseball. It signifies the completion of a journey around the diamond’s four corners. It is the return to where you started. It’s recorded and will ultimately decide the outcome of the contest.

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