The Safety-Off Squeeze
by Michael X. Ferraro Fan behavior is often quite risky at the park that was once called Comiskey. The joint nearly got wrecked when run by Bill Veeck and now a patron who snarled, “Don’t frisk me.”
Sometimes the Angles Play You
by Michael X. Ferraro Wade Meckler has had quite a week of which he might not rather speak. Two inside-the-parkers: Luke Raley’s, Bryce Harper’s Beat the outfielder at Hide-and-Seek. Raley’s off-the-railing ricochet jobby six days ago Harper’s elusive longball last night
The Monster Eats Tonight
by Michael X. Ferraro Been battered by Boggs and peppered by Pudge. Dented by Dustin and jarred by A. Judge. Pounded by Papi and tattooed by ‘Tek. They call me the Monster, but I ain’t no Shrek. For 89 years I’ve endured much abuse. From a diet of line drives, my screws are all loose. …
Yo, Try a Little Tenderness
by Michael X. Ferraro Them Boobirds of Philly? Nowhere to be found. The bleachers now feature a more joyful sound. Fans stopped screaming “Chump” at a guy in a slump– and their cheers sparked a Trea Turneround. Trea Turner Thanks Phillies Fans for Standing Ovations with Billboard
For Whom the Cracked Bell Tolls
By Michael X. Ferraro Schwarbombs explode over Broad Street at night. Topper plays hunches– they’re usually right. Wheeler flings filth and Nola, confusion. For Segura, the strike zone’s just an illusion. Stott and Bohm swing in a daycare of fun. Realmuto’s got jets and one golden gun. Jose breaks a hundy, and Seranthony, too. Those …