Just got back from the press preview for the Museum of Science’s Baseball as America exhibit. It opens Sunday, but you can get an early look at the show here. You’re welcome.
Boston’s the last stop for this sizable traveling collection of equipment, documents and paraphernalia, which the Baseball Hall of Fame has been shipping around the country since 2002. There are 500 artifacts in all, and they sketch out ways that baseball has reflected – and, in some instances, instigated – changes in American culture. Onto this tapestry, the Museum of Science has added an interactive lab that examines the physics behind the sport.
And, this being Boston, gratuitous Sox shout-outs are everywhere.(more…)
Laaadiiies and geeentlemen.In this corner, weighing in at 205 pounds, standing at six feet six inches, is the pride of the Philadelphia suburbs, Kobe Bryaaaant!
Aaaand in this corner, weighing in at a doughy 215 pounds, standing at six feet, four inches is the hero of the 2004 ALCS, Red Sox pitcher Cuuuuuurt Schilling!
Who will be crowned the champion of shooting his mouth off? Let’s head into the ring.
One of the highlights of attending Opening Day at Fenway Park was the return of the Fenway Frank. There’s nothing like a sunny day, beer at 2 p.m., and sinking my teeth into that first hot dog of the new season.
In hindsight, maybe I should have stuck with the pre-packaged Cracker Jacks. The Globe reports that Fenway Park’s food stands failed health inspections conducted on Opening Day.
But when our faith in America is shaken, we can now claim David Ortiz as one of our own. The Dominican-born slugger officially became an American citizen in a ceremony this afternoon.
When it was announced that Red Sox reliever Julian Tavarez had been designated for assignment, most of us lamented the fact that we’d lost another player who wasn’t afraid to throw down when the situation called for it. With the loss of Trot Nixon and the acquisition of infamous nice guy Sean Casey, we figured the only slugging we’d see would come from David Ortiz’s bat.
But then Coco Crisp decided he’d had enough last night, and started the best fight at Fenway Park since Pedro Martinez dropped Don Zimmer.
Local sports fans were shocked yesterday to learn that NESN’s Hazel Mae has decided to leave the station at the end of the month. We’re slowly moving through the stages of the grieving process, cuddling our Wally the Green Monster stuffed animals and drinking untold amounts of booze to soothe our frayed nerves.
Now that we’ve had a day to process our loss, we’ve decided to look forward. While Hazel may (yuk, yuk) be leaving, this makes room for a new anchor-hottie to take up residence at the SportsDesk.
After I read the news that sports anchor Hazel Maeis leaving NESN for points unknown, I emailed my guy friends to make sure they’re among loved ones and are away from any sharp objects.
I haven’t heard back from them, and I’m starting to get a little worried.
I fully expected Manny Ramirez to hit his 499th and 500th home runs during last night’s game. Not only did I miss Jon Lester’s no-no by one day (I was in the Fens for Sunday’s sweep of the Brewers), but I’d turned down a free ticket to last night’s game. Luckily, Keohane’s wife wasn’t in attendance so nothing incredible happened.
Sox fans can prepare themselves for the auspicious day when Manny finally joins the 500 club. Massachusetts native Joe Pernice has written a song to honor the Sox slugger, and you can download it for free from the Pernice Brothers website until the 500th home run is history.
Walking away from Fenway last night (I had tickets, suckers), going down Jersey Street, I overheard a father and his young son talking. The son was annoyed because he didn’t know Jon Lester had a no-hitter going until the game was over.
“But why didn’t you tell me,” the kid said.
“Because of superstition,” the father said. “I didn’t want to jinx it.”
“But I didn’t know.”
“I tried to drop some hints.”
“But I didn’t know.”
“I know you didn’t.”
The father seemed pretty confident that he was in the right on this one. That superstition is the second most interesting part of watching a no-hitter—particularly when the crowd decides it’s time to stop pretending that they hadn’t noticed the big zero on the board, and acknowledge that they know what’s going on. (more…)
Just got back from the press preview for the Museum of Science’s Baseball as America exhibit. It opens Sunday, but you can get an early look at the show here. You’re welcome.
Laaadiiies and geeentlemen.
One of the highlights of 
There are times when we are occasionally embarrassed to be from this great country. When George Bush goes to Europe and
But then Coco Crisp decided he’d had enough last night, and 
Local sports fans were shocked yesterday to learn that NESN’s Hazel Mae has decided to 
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I fully expected Manny Ramirez to hit his 499th and 500th home runs during last night’s game. Not only did I miss Jon Lester’s no-no by one day (I was in the Fens for Sunday’s sweep of the Brewers), but I’d turned down a free ticket to last night’s game. Luckily, Keohane’s wife wasn’t in attendance so 
Walking away from Fenway last night (I had tickets, suckers), going down Jersey Street, I overheard a father and his young son talking. The son was annoyed because he didn’t know Jon Lester had a no-hitter going until the game was over.