I’VE BEEN SPENDING A LOT OF TIME of late thinking about my childhood. Not quite sure why. Maybe because I’ve finally realized I’m not 25 anymore after trying to celebrate that birthday for a straight decade with mixed results. Maybe because after leaving Montreal, a city I love, but a city hard to grow...
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IT’S SOMETIME BETWEEN ‘97 and ‘03, though I’m betting on the earlier end of that. Let’s say it’s ‘99 — that would square with my own personal chronology, given that I’m sitting in the cold, concrete, largely empty ‘V’ of Ottawa Stadium next to the woman who will later become my wife. [In puzzling...
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An open letter to Charles who, in commenting on my Washington Nationals piece (“Forgiving Washington,” September 5, 2012), questioned my bona fides as an Expos supporter, suggesting I was a “post-2004 fan,” and in so doing, got well and truly under my skin. I’m not sure this was Charles’ intention, or if he was...
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“DAZED AND CONFUSED” rings from the speakers scattered throughout Nationals Park as Jayson Werth steps into the batter’s box. It’s the section of the song that for whatever reason, when I was a kid and my older brother and sister were fairly obsessed with Zeppelin, I equated with a smoking biplane spiraling down toward...
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LATE LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, the Los Angeles Dodgers and the Boston Red Sox made what is perhaps the largest trade in baseball history, in terms of the contractual obligations involved and the status of the players leaving the chaos of Red Sox Nation for the perhaps once again temple of Chavez Ravine. Adrian Gonzalez,...
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“The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key.” — Robert Frost ABOUT A YEAR AGO I moved from Montreal to Toronto, and as I watch the summer fade to fall from the distant resort and perspective of a rural cottage, I’m not entirely sure as...
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