OK, now that we got that out of the way…. A few days ago, I instigated a raging Twitter debate about which World Series team is collectively cuter. [Answer: Tigers. Giants have that creepy Unabomber beard thing going on.]
Oh, all right, it wasn’t really a “raging” debate, but I did feel a little guilty for perpetuating a stereotype. So to redeem my cred as a bona fide, knowledgeable fan, I’ll be blogging a barrage of baseball books. Be prepared for cringe-worthy cliches and awkward analogies.
- I was married to a baseball fanatic for 11 years. Our belated honeymoon was a road trip to Cooperstown. My first online username was “Baseball Widow.”
- My daughter had her picture taken with Stan Musial and Bob Feller when she was three weeks old.
- My son’s middle name is Henry, in honor of Hank Aaron and Hank Greenberg.
- My dog is named for Jackie Robinson.
- Paul Molitor is my third cousin once removed. Or something like that. We’re definitely related, I swear.
- I saw Field of Dreams on the Field of Dreams. Kevin Costner performed with his “band.” They were gawd-awful. You’ll notice I didn’t say he “sang.” He tried to get the crowd to sing along with Bob Dylan’s “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” In the middle of an Iowa cornfield full of drunk people and not enough port-a-potties.
- I sat right behind Buck O’Neil at a Royals game against the Orioles and watched over his shoulder as he kept score. At the end of the game, O’Neil added a notation with a big circle around it on the upper left corner of his scorecard: “Ripken 0-5, 43 games from Gehrig.”
- The night before his 3000th hit, Tony Gwynn bumped into me as he was leaving Busch Stadium and almost knocked me to the ground. He grabbed my arm and asked if I was OK, then apologized. I think I mumbled something incoherent in response. I also may have swooned a little. The ex refused to admit that it really was Tony Gwynn. Then he got mad that I didn’t get an autograph. No sexy times for him that night. In retrospect, that might have been the beginning of the end. I’ll stop with the TMI now.
A few of the must-reads on my reference shelf:
- October 1964 by David Halberstam – one of my DIK non-fiction books
- Summer of ’49 by David Halberstam – I really like David Halberstam
- The Teammates by David Halberstam – I think everyone should read Halberstam
- The Glory of Their Times by Lawrence S. Ritter
- Men at Work: The Craft of Baseball by George F. Will
- The Boys of Summer by Roger Kahn
- Nine Innings: The Anatomy of a Baseball Game by Daniel Okrent
- Only the Ball Was White by Robert W. Peterson
- I Was Right On Time by Buck O’Neil
- *61: The Story of Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle by Sporting News Magazine
- Ball Four by Jim Bouton
- Eight Men Out: The Black Sox and the 1919 World Series by Eliot Asinof
- The Historical Baseball Abstract by Bill James
- The Summer Game by Roger Angell
- Wait Till Next Year by Doris Kearns Goodwin
- Baseball: An Illustrated History by Geoffrey C. Ward
- Baseball in the Garden of Eden: The Secret History of the Early Game by John Thorn (wishlist)
- Great Moments in Sexism: Who’s your “Baseball Boyfriend?”
- The MLB Fan Cave Needs Women, But Do Women Need the MLB Fan Cave?
- The Growing Number Of Women Baseball Fans
- I Love Balls: The Making of a Sports Fan
- One Female Baseball Fan’s Thoughts on Jezebel’s “I Love Balls” Series
- A Woman in Baseball, at Least in Song
- Women & Baseball: The Game’s “Most Ardent Admirers”
- “There’s No Crying in Baseball”: Balls, Bats, and Women in Baseball Movies
- Baseball Reveals Women Get Sad, Men Get Angry
- Major League Baseball’s Dress Code Actually More of a Slut Ban
- Throw like a girl? You can do better.
- Michele Smith Became The First Female Analyst For A National Baseball Broadcast Yesterday. Here’s How Viewers Reacted.
- Do Wives Really Only Watch Sports Because of Their Husbands?
LOVE this vintage beer ad:
…but the skeevy top-hat guy needs to quit ogling the bosoms and give the woman her damn beer already.