As of early December, some 72 former major leaguers had died in 2012. The number is much higher than any of us would have guessed.
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.
With spring training almost upon us, our attention turns to Arizona (Cactus League) and Florida (Grapefruit League).
I spoke twice during Pesach. The first topic was the Holocaust and Jewish ballplayers and the second was how I, a frum-from-birth Jew, ended up in major league baseball.
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.
I experienced all the emotions a baseball-oriented person could feel on the third Sunday of September in 2016.
Joe DiMaggio, Phil Rizzuto, Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, Whitey Ford, Thurman Munson, George Steinbrenner - these are just some of the magic names Marty Appel has dealt with and written about.
Two months ago I told you about my "Mancation" (men only, we visit different cities, check out a ballgame and the shuls, etc.).
For Americans, baseball provided an escape, and Jewish Americans followed the exploits of their favorite teams and of the relatively few Jews who wore baseball uniforms.
A few months ago I wrote about the passing of my brother-in-law, Rabbi Shmuel Kunda, z”l, and how he never got around to a project I urged him to take on. I wanted him to title it "Boruch Goes to Ebbets Field" and tell the story of how Boruch bonds with Brooklyn's beloved Dodgers – with Pee Wee Reese, Duke Snider, Gil Hodges and the rest. (The Duke was my brother-in-law's favorite.)
Hope everyone enjoyed this year's All-Star Game, which was played on Tuesday this week, after this column was prepared.
On one of those cable financial stations the other day, one of the talking heads was explaining the concept of "Mancations."
The year is passing quickly. The balls and bats, the lulavim and esrogim, the Phillies World Series memorabilia - all have been put away, and it's time to look back on the 2008 baseball season.
In 1870 the Chicago White Stockings headed south to New Orleans for preseason workouts.
If you're visiting spring training sites, Arizona has two advantages – fewer games are rained out and the facilities are much closer to each other than is the case in Florida.
As the years flew by, one thing remained constant in Sid’s life – the New York Yankees.
Ebbets Field, the Polo Grounds, the original Yankee Stadium, the renovated Yankee Stadium, and Shea Stadium - as I said last month, I'd been to them all.
While we're counting the Omer, we're also counting homers.
Cleveland was the center of the baseball universe in 1948, and Hank Greenberg was the spiffiest dresser in its front office.
Those of us who winter in the Orthodox enclave of Century Village in West Palm Beach are lucky to be so close to Florida's finest baseball facility, which boasts many stars and superstars.
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.
A local Orthodox attendance record was set at Detroit's Comerica Park on Sunday Chol Hamoed Pesach as an estimated 500 frum fans were in the stands. They saw a good game as the Tigers downed the White Sox 3-0 on a beautiful sunny day. Seven families from my shul returned with suntans and they reported many shuls were represented in all sections of the downtown ballpark, about a 20-minute ride from my dugout.
I always seemed to end up with, what they call in card-collecting circles, "commons." To me, Ed Mayer was even less than a common.
Let me tell you about my new book. Like you, I’m interested in Jewish baseball players and Jewish history. So, after years of research, first-hand observations and interviews, I combined the aforementioned information from the post-civil war era to the present and came up with a book titled Jewish History in the Time of Baseball's Jews: Life on Both Sides of the Ocean.
Last month I predicted the Yankees, Indians and Angels would top their divisions in the American League, while the Mets, Cubs and Diamondbacks would do the same in the National League.