Author: Brad Zellar

  • What I Have Learned, What I Am Trying To Learn

    to be a discoverer you hold close whatever you find, and after a while you decide what it is. Then, secure in where you have been, you turn to the open sea and let go. —William Stafford, from “Security” What you cannot hang onto you must let go of –that is the principle on which…

  • A Spot Of Tough Luck, And That's That

    So Johan Santana’s 24-game unbeaten streak at the Dome comes to an end at the hands of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays. I figured it was going to happen one of these nights. Actually, I figured it was going to happen tonight. It’s a law of averages thing, and it also happens to be Friday…

  • A Thing Of Strange Beauty

    Here’s one of those situations where the way victories are handed out just isn’t fair. Pat Neshek, who found himself in a tough, tough spot (thank you, Juan Rincon) and kept the Twins in the game, should get that win, with an assist from Carl Crawford. Or what the hell: give the thing to Carlos…

  • On The Count Of Three I Want Everybody To Remove Their Hands From The Panic Button

    There, there now. We got that fat Bronx monkey off our backs until July. Doesn’t that feel a whole lot better? And after the bloodletting of the last couple nights wasn’t it nice to see Ramon Ortiz go out there and attack the Yankee hitters with what looked like a solid gameplan? To see a…

  • Don't Look At Me

    Goodness gracious, as my mother would say. Goodness fucking gracious. What the hell can you say about a ballgame like that? Well… It only counts as one. It’s still early. Tomorrow’s another day. It’s a long season. It’s a marathon not a sprint. The sun ain’t gonna shine on the same dog’s ass every day.…

  • The Horror…

    The horror. It’s always a dozen different kinds of bad omen when Big Sid takes the hill. We all knew going in there was no way in hell the ball club was going to get through this day without incurring casualties. Thing was, though, was that there was really no way any of us could…