27
AUG
2015

Stroman and The Minor League Playoff Hustle

Marcus Stroman… The Blue Jay world seems fixated upon his return. Will he be healthy, will he contribute, what do all his tweets about feeling better than ever mean? Lets review what we know and take the rest in due time, shall we? First, Stroman’s knee is feeling...
13
AUG
2015

Tips on Preparing For Your First Off-Season

  Congratulations on finishing up your first season in the minors. After a long college/high school year followed by this dip spit-scented slog through the bush leagues, you really do deserve a break. However, before you cram your team bag full logoed trinkets for mom and...
15
FEB
2014

The Proletariat is Right

If, dear minor league player, you decide to tell the general public of your disgust with professional baseball because, for the honor of allowing you to play among its chosen immortals, it’s paying you in stale beer and day old hotdogs, expect your words to echo off into...
01
SEP
2012

Dallas Does Steroids

For fans of the second book, Out Of My League, Here is an interesting story. Early on in my career, right after I got drafted, I remember sitting on the bus in ear shot of a drunken Dallas Preston. It was an off day, but we also had to travel on it so the coach let us have the...
27
JAN
2012

Out Of My League, Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-five   On Monday, after losing a day game with the Bees, we packed up and hopped a flight to Colorado Springs, home of the Rockies’ Triple A team, the Sky Sox. Sky Sox Stadium is the highest-altitude park in baseball, even higher than the infamous Mile High Stadium...
19
SEP
2011

Minor League Survival Tip #24—Learn How and When to Cheat

No no no—not steroids. I’m not talking about the kind of cheating wherein in you put your life in jeopardy. I’m talking about the kind of stuff that an umpire like Joe West would have a conniption about if he caught you doing it. The kind of stuff Gaylord Perry, Whitey Ford, or...
17
SEP
2011

What to Charge You For

“Woa, Lady, how did this become my problem?” I barked into the phone’s receiver. The property manager from the Hampton’s apartment complex, the place the team stayed at in Durham, was on the phone with me. She had a sweet Carolina countenance to her—until I started yelling,...