I am a die-hard Cubs fan–like a “cry after game 7” kind of guy– even though I live several hundred miles from Wrigley Field. Not that strange, given that my grandfather was a Cubs supporter and WGN was a consistent presence in my life. For a long time I suffered from harassment by my contemporaries, but they were mostly Padres fans, so the validity of that harassment is dubious at best. Yes, I remember all about 1984, but somehow that year doesn’t bother me as much these days.
When I need my live baseball fix I am within spitting distance of Angels Stadium and the aforementioned Padres are just a short trip down the 5 freeway to my parents’ house. I’ve also found myself quite the devotee of minor league baseball and am fortunate to have several teams a short drive away. Not a bad living situation, if you ask me. Nobody ever does.
I like to write about the baseball experiences that I get to enjoy, places I get to visit and people I get to talk to. If it is baseball-centric or even loosely tangential to baseball, you’ll find it here. Interviews, ballpark visits and memorabilia all have a home with me.
Come along and join me for the ride together, tripping baseballs.