I sat in the Buckhorn clubhouse with Vargas and Figueroa after somehow simultaneously managing a shitty and excellent round of golf. Note: Vargas and Figueroa are not sidekicks from a 70s cop show, even though the names sound like it Continue reading
A twist of fate, a stick of stale chewing gum, a cross-country road trip and a pack of baseball cards opened in a way no one has before. Such is the vision of Brad Balukjian’s Wax Pack. I’ve reviewed three Continue reading
There I stood in the batter’s box, a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed 15 years old, pants a little too baggy but with a keen eye for the baseball and ready to strike. The pitcher stood on the mound some 60 feet Continue reading
One of my best friend’s father passed away not long ago. When you get to be my age, you’ll find there’s a lot of that going around. His, like mine, was a baseball family. Ours from the northeast, his from Continue reading
I hit up Milhouse for my usual wagers of the day. Since I liked the Rays to beat the A’s and the Brewers to beat the Nationals in Major League Baseball’s two wild card play-off games, a two-team parlay was Continue reading
Have you ever signed a confidentiality agreement? I haven’t… but when my book supplier mentioned a new book was coming out and that I needed to sign over a confidentiality agreement for before agreeing to review it, I suddenly felt Continue reading
The Cleveland Indians have won 21 straight baseball games. That’s a new Major League record, which is pretty impressive considering the sport, for better or for worse, has been around since anyone reading this website has been alive. That’s right, Continue reading
There’s a conservative joke that goes as follows. What do you have when you have two liberals talking about sports? Two too many liberals. Okay, so there’s no such joke but there probably should be. As you all know, SportsChump Continue reading
If you’ve been reading this website at all this football season, you’ve heard me complain (for far too long unfortunately) about how my wagers are a river of darkness… a big, steamy, sewage-filled river of darkness. I think I had Continue reading
I played baseball my entire childhood. It was my one true love. Like every American kid growing up in the 1970s, baseball was everything. I played it, breathed it, watched it, studied it and wanted nothing more than to be Continue reading