by Ron Sokol | May 22, 2018 | Babe Ruth, Baseball History, Beautiful baseball, Columns, Eternal Baseball, Fans, Lou Gehrig, MLB, Nicknames, Yankees
Why do you think they moved his locker to the Hall of Fame? I mean, a locker? Isn’t that a set-up for a one-liner? Irony is defined in Wikipedia as “the expression of one’s meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous...
by Ron Sokol | May 2, 2018 | Baseball History, Bats, Columns, Eternal Baseball, Fans, MLB
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous strike outs. Or to take bat against a ball … Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought. And enterprise of great pitch and moment. With this regard their currents turn...
by Ron Sokol | Apr 24, 2018 | Babe Ruth, Baseball History, Columns, Eternal Baseball, Fans, Hot dogs, Immigrants, Lou Gehrig, MLB
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! Babe Ruth’s parents were German immigrants. Joe Dimaggio...
by Ron Sokol | Apr 17, 2018 | Baseball History, Beautiful baseball, Columns, Eternal Baseball, Immigrants, MLB
Possibly the most revered baseball historian of all time, Harold Seymour, stated very clearly: “To ascertain who invented baseball would be equivalent to trying to locate the discoverer of fire.” Still, there is curiosity and the desire to know. We all...
by Ron Sokol | Apr 10, 2018 | Babe Ruth, Baseball History, Beautiful baseball, Columns, Eternal Baseball, Fans, Hot dogs, Immigrants, Jose Altuve, Lou Gehrig, MLB, Nicknames, Photos
Can I pull you aside, for just a tiny bit? Would you sit on the bench and let me, please, if you would, share something with you? It may well be that you agree. Here goes: I think baseball is beautiful. When you go to the park, it is a kind of worship. There is...
by Ron Sokol | Mar 18, 2018 | Baseball History, Beautiful baseball, Eternal Baseball, Fans, MLB, Poems
When you were born I promised to hit a home run and make you proud have you stand up and cheer and applaud as I did you When you started to grow I showed you how to pitch catch field slug that ball a mile a country mile And you were incredibly polite but you knew you...
