by mike | Sep 17, 2018 | Baseball, Humor, Movies, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
The 2009 film, The Perfect Game, was one of those “came-and went” movies that most folks weren’t even aware of when it breezed through their local multi-plexes. That’s too bad, because this heartwarming baseball story, based on true events, is a gem, easily one of the...
by mike | Aug 16, 2018 | Aging, Baseball, Books, Death, Life, Science Fiction, Uncategorized, Writing |
This was a difficult post to write. It first appeared in 2014. My dad, Murray Sirota, passed away at age fifty-nine in 1969, when I was just a mere slip of a lad—more or less. We knew it would happen; a couple of months earlier he’d been diagnosed with inoperable lung...
by mike | Mar 8, 2018 | Baseball, Fantasy, Humor, Movies, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
In the spring, those two words are like music to my ears. All of the Major League teams—especially my beloved San Diego Padres—are in Spring Training, and Opening Day is only a few weeks away. And since baseball is my religion, I could not be happier. As I’ve written...
by mike | Nov 30, 2017 | Baseball, Fantasy, Movie Lines, Movies, Science Fiction, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
This is one of my most “personal” posts. I first presented it in 2014. That line comes from my second-favorite movie of all time, Frequency. Released in 2000, this fantasy/baseball/serial killer/father & son relationship flick, starring Dennis Quaid and Jim...
by mike | Feb 2, 2017 | Baseball, Life, Native Americans, Travel, Uncategorized |
Even though I first presented this post in 2013, I still haven’t made it to the Devil’s Tower. Maybe my aversion to flying has something to do with that? But I may just make it this year. Stay tuned… The term “bucket list” is defined as a list of things that one must...
by mike | Aug 25, 2016 | Baseball, Books, Magical realism, Publishing, Sports Movies, Uncategorized, Writing |
This story, first posted in 2012, was a joy to write, and equally to revisit. W.P. Kinsella is, without a doubt, one of my favorite writers. “Three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was a robin’s-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, I...
