I'm sure readers noticed those full-page advertisements that ran prior to last month's meeting about the situation at the Brooklyn home of Rabbi Moshe Tuvia Lieff, rav of Agudas Yisroel Bais Binyomin. Avrohom chaired the even along with his brother Menachem, a prominent askan and the president of Lubicom.
It's been all over the news. You had to be in solitary confinement not to hear about umpire Jim Joyce's blown call at first base that should have ended the perfect game by Tigers pitcher Armando Galarraga against the Cleveland Indians in Detroit.
Pafko was a much-sought-after autograph signer at card shows through the years and would frequently appear at Cubs games in Wrigley Field, leading the singing of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" during the 7th inning stretch.
The year 1973 was an interesting one indeed. Forty years ago, the Conservative movement’s commission on law and standards adopted a new regulation admitting women into the traditional minyan.
A famous face from that first '52 Topps set was Alvin Dark, who died in his South Carolina home recently at 92.
Like the fans, she adored him. By the time his career as a player, coach, and manager ended, Yogi had collected
The snow has melted in most parts of the country and here in Florida, where I have my winter dugout in the Orthodox enclave of Century Village in West Palm Beach, I had the opportunity to take in several spring training games.
Detroit is in mourning. The most popular sports figure around these parts will no longer be wearing a Detroit Tigers uniform.
Many of the baseball beat writers feel the Detroit Tigers are the best team in the major leagues. While I haven't seen all of the pre-season articles, the ones I have read pick the Tigers to top the Central division in the American League.
A huge Mets fan from Brooklyn moved to my town (Oak Park, Michigan.) and settled in a few houses from me. Walking home from shul the other day, he took issue with my picking, in last month's column, the Mets to finish fourth in the National League East.
Brooklyn native Lipman Pike was one of baseball's earliest paid players.
Last season the Philadelphia Phillies had a Rosenberg, the St. Louis Cardinals had a Rosenthal, and the Arizona Diamondbacks had a Goldschmidt.
Those of us who were around then will never forget that afternoon 59 years ago.
Even if a player reaches the big league level, there's still no guarantee he'll remain with one team for long. Former Jewish outfielder Richie Scheinblum comes to mind.
Last year I told you about my "mancation" (men only) to a city to check out its Jewish community and major league team and ballpark. Last year it was Pittsburgh and Cincinnati; this year's first "mancation" destination was Cleveland.
Adam Greenberg holds a major league record. He was hit in the head by the very first and only pitch he ever saw - or almost saw - in his big league career.
On one of those cable financial stations the other day, one of the talking heads was explaining the concept of "Mancations."
Mets general manager Omar Minaya hired Willie Randolph as manager prior to the 2005 season and fired him last month with the team's record stuck at a mediocre 34-35.
Baseball fans know C. C. Sabathia signed a $161-million, seven-year contract with the Yankees. Not many fans know C. C. is short for Carsten Charles.
The Philadelphia Phillies were impressed with his pitching prowess and promoted him to the major leagues in 1912.
Once a year in the spring, Bookstock takes over the corridors of an upscale suburban Detroit shopping center for an eight-day book sale mostly benefiting Detroit schools and its pupils.
"I had to grow a tough little hide as everybody was fair game to be razzed and needled."
By 1943 both Rosenthals were serving in the armed forces. Both used chutzpah and bluffed about their age.
As we clean for Pesach, several players will be cleaning out their lockers after being released by teams paring down their rosters for Opening Day.
Seventy-eight degrees and sunny. That's what it was that Thursday afternoon in November when I arrived in Tampa, site of the Yankees Fantasy Camp. That's what it was that Thursday afternoon in November when I arrived in Tampa, site of the Yankees Fantasy Camp. After checking into the Sheraton Suites where the campers were staying for the Monday through Saturday camp, I shuttled to George M. Steinbrenner Field (where the Yanks play during spring training and also the home of the Tampa Yankees, three levels below the major leagues), to join the camp in progress.