Category: Baseball

  • The Kids Are Right… and Mostly Alright

    The Kids Are Right… and Mostly Alright

    Coming back to the hobby forced me to confront an uncomfortable truth: reverence has a cost. Space, money, and mental energy are finite, and clinging to everything turns collecting into clutter. Letting go of the bulk isn’t disrespect—it’s how I finally made room for the cards that matter.

  • Which Game Are You Watching?

    Which Game Are You Watching?

    What are you actually watching when you watch baseball? Some fans see human stories forged through continuity—Whitaker and Trammell, Ripken and Baltimore. Others see contract negotiations and surplus value. The difference between these views isn’t just philosophical—it’s existential for the sport itself.

  • They Had To Play Somebody: The Tony Phillips Standard

    They Had To Play Somebody: The Tony Phillips Standard

    Baseball greatness doesn’t exist in isolation. For every Hall of Famer, there are dozens of players who made that greatness possible. This piece explores the hidden architecture of the game—and why Tony Phillips represents the standard by which real, durable value should be measured.

  • Two out of Five Ain’t bad — Talking About the PED Era Without Emotion

    Two out of Five Ain’t bad — Talking About the PED Era Without Emotion

    Before PEDs entered the conversation, did Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Sammy Sosa, and Mark McGwire already measure up to Hall of Fame standards? Using peak performance comparisons against established Hall of Famers at their positions, only two of the era’s defining names stand comfortably on their own credentials.

  • Why I Don’t Bother with Phoenix Baseball

    Why I Don’t Bother with Phoenix Baseball

    Phoenix seems like baseball paradise—Spring Training, beautiful weather, a World Series team. But it’s pointless to support the Diamondbacks. This is Cubs and Dodgers country. Chase Field becomes “Dodger Stadium East.” The Cubs outdraw the hometown team at Spring Training. Most residents already have a team. There’s no draw, no…

  • Preemptive Mourning in Detroit

    Preemptive Mourning in Detroit

    Detroit fans endure the emotional toll of “preemptive mourning.” We develop highly touted prospects—like Max Clark, Max Anderson, and Kevin McGonigle—only to lose them to high-spending clubs. This cycle, fueled by ownership unwilling to commit to long-term extensions, strips the team of continuity, leaving fans exhausted and yearning for the…

  • Why We Still Need Sports (Even If Zappa Called It Phony)

    Why We Still Need Sports (Even If Zappa Called It Phony)

    Frank Zappa dismissed sports as “phony,” but he missed their deeper truth. Sports are rhythm and ritual—a safe arena for rivalry and belonging. From Fernandomania to Jackie Robinson to Luis Tiant’s reunion, they show how games can unite us, heal divides, and remind us what shared joy still feels like.

  • It’s Okay to Be Late

    It’s Okay to Be Late

    Missing the rookie chase for legends like Kershaw and Miggy taught me an essential lesson. I cannot possibly track every farm system, so I focus only on the Tigers farm system. I skip the rest—I can always pick them up later. It’s ok to be late.

  • How Slumps and Blunders Blur Perception—and Why I Misjudged Dillon Dingler

    How Slumps and Blunders Blur Perception—and Why I Misjudged Dillon Dingler

    I wasn’t evaluating Dingler—I was filtering him through the 2024 lens. The early 2025 slumps didn’t just reinforce the narrative—they cemented it. I stopped tracking. I stopped adjusting. And even when his numbers stabilized, I didn’t recalibrate until postseason reflection.

  • Why Whatnot is a Boom for New and Returning Card Collectors

    Why Whatnot is a Boom for New and Returning Card Collectors

    Whatnot pulls collectors back in with low-cost nostalgia and instant community, then tempers them into disciplined hobbyists. For both newcomers and returnees, it transforms the thrill of junk wax into a gateway—rekindling old passions, sparking new ones, and proving the hobby is still alive and communal.