BASEBALL BY THE NUMBERS
Poor little Small Ball. Such a neglected wee blog. I think Erik has absconded to wireless Nepal, so deep is his misery over the sorry state of the Cubs. Or maybe he's become a zombie and has eaten his wife, the pooch, and little kitty. I hear that, in Texas, they don't worry about wimpy little viruses like avian flu. No, they've got zombies to consider.
Me? I've been working hard and trying to promote my recently published novel.
Regardless of our hiatus, baseball is on and I'm going to the interleague day game tomorrow betwixt Oakland and San Francisco. I've got killer Club Box seats at Mays Field in the foul homer territory above and behind left field.
But wait, it gets better.
Today, in the mail, I received my gorgeously bound edition of Barksdale's Baseball by the Numbers scorebook, brought to you by Don W. Barksdale, who sells his brilliant book here.
My Dad taught me how to keep a scoresheet when we went to Giants spring training in '05. Tomorrow's game will be my first chance to geek out over every little detail of play.
Me? I've been working hard and trying to promote my recently published novel.
Regardless of our hiatus, baseball is on and I'm going to the interleague day game tomorrow betwixt Oakland and San Francisco. I've got killer Club Box seats at Mays Field in the foul homer territory above and behind left field.
But wait, it gets better.
Today, in the mail, I received my gorgeously bound edition of Barksdale's Baseball by the Numbers scorebook, brought to you by Don W. Barksdale, who sells his brilliant book here.
My Dad taught me how to keep a scoresheet when we went to Giants spring training in '05. Tomorrow's game will be my first chance to geek out over every little detail of play.
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