PETULANCE AND ENTITLEMENT IS COMMON in one’s 20s. But on the grand stage of Major League Baseball, and carrying a Canadian passport while playing for the country’s only big league team, one expects more maturity than that of an undergrad after a round of Jager Bombs. And the Toronto Blue Jays organization and fanbase...
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Not trying to boo the home team, But that insolent flip of batting gloves Backwards at the ump, after Smashing a helmet down in the dirt, Not baseball etiquette. Sure it’s a badly called pitch, a ball, miffed, But consistently wide strike zone all night, And when you’re batting under two hundred, It’s not...
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PITCHERS ARE GIFTED with the rare ability to be present in the moment, to stand unflinching and focused, with their fear turned off. For those of us who dread exposure, anticipate failure, and worry about pain, a determined man alone on the mound is easy inspiration. The pitcher suffers heartache and humiliation, and knows self-satisfaction...
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RUNNING INTO AN ATHLETE can be a strange, exhilarating, but ultimately irrelevant encounter. In the most simplistic way of thinking, it’s kind of cool. But think too long or start to write about it and, well, you realize there’s no meaning to these run-ins at all. They just serve to remind you how far...
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We’re very fortunate to have a Toronto Blue Jays beat writer-columnist-scribe-worrier-apologist, Jake Goldsbie, who will be dropping in throughout the season to lend his insights, wit, and confused and drunken wisdom to the 2013 MLB season. Follow Jake on Twitter @JGoldsbie. “Now, Ronnie Van Zant wasn’t from Alabama, he was from Florida, he was a...
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Well, it’s April. You wouldn’t know that if you lived in the eastern part of Canadaland, where winter returned this morning like a drunk affair from frosh week on your doorstep with a kid. Your kid. A kid named Winter. And Winter’s a whiny, petulant, entitled brute who wants nothing more than to bleed...
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