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  I’m going to say this as plainly as I can: stop doing stupid shit just because everyone else on the team is doing it. It’s not a good reason to do something in any other walk of life so don’t be fooled into thinking it’s a good reason now. Being on a team is a lot like...

With spring training right around the corner I’d like to take a moment to remind all those players attending minor league camp of the resolutions they swore they’d uphold, but have subsequently forgotten. I’m not talking about stuff like working out harder, or running more, or...

In this Chapter of Out Of My League we rejoin our old palls, Slappy, Roscoe, and Maddog as they discuss the process of reverse scouting the brass during a spring training simulation game. Enjoy 

The following is an excerpt form my coming book, Out Of My League.   Chapter 1

I’m sorry Ryan Braun, but no player who has appealed a positive test has ever had their case overturned. Things aren’t looking good for you, your reputation, and, depending on what and how much you took, the size of your testicles. I’m not saying you did it, but just getting...

Yesterday I posted this article on Bleacher Report. I stand by it. It got it’s far share of strong responses, both for and against, but some folks took the time to email me about it. Here is one:

I walk the dog up Elm Street in hopes that we’ll pass this one house where this Boxer named Oscar lives. Oscar is a little fat, but that just means there is more of him to love since he’s a real people dog, friendly as a pedophile with kids, and just plain happy to be alive. I’m...

During this time of the year, all the speculation is on top tier talent. People call it building a better team, but I find putting it in those terms rather oxymoronic since one person does not a team make. Big names get signed and then the math nerds start cranking out...

My wife rolls over and whacks me on the arm. She doesn’t have to hit me, I’m already awake. I have been for the last couple hours now; just lying there while the sleep depravation headache sets in on my temples. “Go let him out,” she says. “You go let him out,” I reply. A long...