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2011 World Champs: St. Louis Cardinals. 11th Championship.
My first memory of the Chicago Cubs is watching Kerry Wood strike out 20 Houston Astros on a cloudy, foggy day at Wrigley when he was just a 20 year old rookie in 1998. Fourteen years later, he went out with style, striking out the only batter he faced. I am not ashamed to admit that I cried a little. After all, it was on the backs of Wood, Mark Prior, Carlos Zambrano, and company that the Cubs could have made the World Series in 2003. So thank you, Kerry, for 14 wild and crazy years full of heartache and fun.
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It’s a beautifully designed game. Timeless, but always changing. It’s a game in which the defense always has the ball; and a game in which every player is measured by the ghosts of all who have gone before.
For more than 150 years, baseball has been a mirror of the complicated country that gave it birth.
From California to the New York islands, through good times and bad, through wars, depressions, and civil strife, it has entertained us, it has inspired us, and sometimes, it has even transformed us.
We pass it down from mothers to sons, fathers to daughters, as every generation invests itself in the sweet hope of springtime and endures the painful realities of fall.
Its essential dimensions never change, yet nothing ever happens the same way twice. It is a game in which the person scores, not the ball; where the objective, always, is to come home.
Home, where no asks where you come from or who you voted for. Home, where all season long, we congregate to cheer and plead, laugh and cry in the magnificent cathedrals of our game – the places, the poet Donald Hall says, “where memory gathers.”
Home, where every October, baseball’s greatest stars do battle.
Nothing in our daily life offers more of the comfort of continuity, the powerful sense of belonging, and the freedom from time’s constraints than does our National Pastime.
It is the place we always come back to – home.“Home” by Ken Burns
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Spring Training (Top Photo by Sarah Glenn/Getty Images / Bottom Photo: AP)
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Top Favorite Baseball Movies —> The Sandlot (1993)
“We all lived in the neighborhood for a couple of more years - mostly through junior high school - and every summer was great. But none of them ever came close to that first one. When one guy would move away, we never replaced him on the team with anyone else. We just kept the game going like he was still there.”
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1. Nobody ever became a ballplayer by walking after a ball.
2. You will never become a .300 hitter unless you take the bat off your shoulder.
3. An outfielder who throws in back of a runner is locking the barn after the horse is stolen.
4. Keep your head up and you may not have to keep it down.
5. When you start to slide, slide. He who changes his mind may have to change a good leg for a bad one.
6. Do not alibi on bad hops. Anybody can field the good ones.
7. Always run them out. You never can tell.
8. Do not quit.
9. Do not fight too much with the umpires. You cannot expect them to be as perfect as you are.
10. A pitcher who hasn’t control hasn’t anything.
(Source: samalamacchia)
