This is where our story begins aparently. I must give mention to the fact that I became friends with George here, a Yankees fan from Connecticut, my Freshman year in College. Ironically it was baseball that crossed our paths first. From that moment in fall ball forward, George has been my best friend. We watched “61” about 20 times, drunk, each time with me passing out before the ending. I took him to Cincinnati’s Riverfront Stadium the year it was closing down. He took me to my first trip to the Bronx, and the House that Ruth Built. Baseball is a man’s game, and our common thread.
This blog is dedicated to informing you about the happenings of everything baseball, and to make you laugh. We’re going to have one hell of a time doing it. So, boys and girls, here is to the start of something great.