Category: On Playing the Game
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July 15 2001: I Got Called Up Today (!)
I picked the wrong morning to sleep through my alarm. The reason I slept through it today is because after corwin got into bed, at around 6 AM, he snored. Elbowing him and rolling him over didn’t solve the problem, so I moved to the bed in the guest room for the duration of the…
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July 7 2001: Sky’s The Limit
There are any number of pleasures unique to summer for those of us in the northeast–fresh corn bought from a roadside stand and eaten uncooked, sweet and messy in the car, searching for shells on an Atlantic beach with bubbly seawater seeping warm through our toes, nighttime concerts in the public square, block parties, yard…
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June 9 2001: Have Glove, Will Travel
I just realized something that makes me very happy. My arm doesn’t hurt. Over the past three weeks I’ve spent a grand total of 14 out of the last seventeen days on the road, which (as my ear infection and thrown-out back can attest) can be tough on a body. Lucky for me, two of…
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May 20 2001: Another Baseball Day
So I have what is probably one of the stupidest baseball-related injuries one can get. This whole week has been cold and rainy and having us wonder if summer is ever really going to arrive in New England. But Saturday was sunny and warm, and I got together with some friends who have been bitten…
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April 10 2001: Stick With It – Women’s Baseball In New England
Is there a future for me at second base? Or maybe in the outfield, on the bench? It’s all wide open right now. I’ve now spent a total of four hours in the company of the New England Women’s Baseball League, and already I know twice as much about the mechanics of baseball as I…
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January 30 2001 : Caged Heat
I just flew in from Las Vegas, and boy are my arms tired. No really, I was in Vegas for a convention, and instead of staying an extra night in a hotel, I got a red eye flight out of town at almost midnight. This meant that after the show closed and I packed up…
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November 11 2000: Offseason Conditioning
Derek Jeter may still be hobnobbing around the Big Apple’s social scene with Miss Universe on his arm, but I’ve decided not to wait to start my offseason conditioning program. I’ve only been at it a week, but I’m feeling pretty good about it. And I didn’t even have to move to Tampa to do…
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August 7 2000: More Time on the Diamond
Well, my boyfriend and I and a large group of friends have been playing wiffle ball every weekend. And man, is it fun. I think it’s especially fun for the baseball fans in the group. I think for us, playing wiffle ball is sort of akin to those guys who go out and play those…
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August 3 2000: Diamonds & Plastic Wiffle Ball Takes Over
If you’ve been reading my column on Yankees Xtreme, you already know about corwin’s wiffle ball obsession. Well, actually, when I wrote about it on Xtreme (read it HERE), it was only an interest, a curiousity. But now I can definitely say it’s an obsession. He imagines himself pitching while he’s trying to go to…
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July 15 2000: It’s Amazing What They Can Do With Plastic
(This column originally appeared at www.yankeesxtreme.com, Yankees Xtreme. Reproduced here by permission of Ultrastar.) I bought a gift for my boyfriend last weekend. No, not box seats at the Stadium or a Bernie Williams jersey. A Wiffle Ball. A recent article in Yankees Magazine said David Cone learned to pitch as a kid with one….