The Mid-Atlantic’s MLB teams have paddled themselves into unchartered waters. Pardon the rubbing of my eyes in mock disbelief.  See, I’ve never seen this before — not in my lifetime; not in many lifetimes (all at the same time, I mean).  Os & Nats — the shades of laundry I choose to root for — both winning, both pitching, both...

Our long national daydream is over.  April’s slate of Opening Days is done.  The memories have been made, the pics have been snapped, the album has been uploaded to Facebook, like so: The full URL doesn’t fit on one line so click here to go directly to the Facebook album thanks. All that’s needed now is your vote in our Opening Day Memories Photo...

How are you likin’ your baseball?  Are the Yanks/Sox/Phils/Cards/Bums winning enough for you?   Surprised at the Os and the Nats?  (Think it’ll last?)  How ’bout your kid, how’s he doing in Little League / high school / college / minors?  He getting better?  He having fun?  You having fun? “God, I just love baseball.” ...

When last we left our Hound Heroes — masquerading around Florida as actual human beings, as so many do — they were rolling through a hectic agenda of spring training visits, ballpark tours, old acquaintance renewals, useful introductions, new connections, novel technologies inspected, and eating. Last time we checked in with Adam Gladstone, Hounds’...

A Catholic, a Protestant and a Jew went to Florida to worship together at the altar of baseball. Last Sunday night, under cover of darkness, Hounds CEO Bob Farren, VP of Biz Ops Steven Tricarico and VP of Sports Ops Adam Gladstone rendezvoused to spend some quality time among the orange groves and the Grapefruit League.  They went to keep up relationships, gather...

(…or, A Brief Oasis in the Endless Meanderings of a Game Collector) After work, as light begins to dim on a well-tempered day, this canine made a beeline for the Hornet Nest at Herndon High School cuz a trustworthy website said there’d be a real live ballgame there.  And there was.  Herndon’s Hornets hosting perennial Dulles District power...

I was in Shea Stadium when Gary Carter played his first game as a Met.  He clubbed a game-winning homer that day, instantly turning Shea into a madhouse and making baseball’s love affair with “The Kid” grow even more. Though I can’t claim to have been Gary Carter’s good friend, I did have the good fortune of getting to know him through...