The season has ended.  The dust has settled, the stands have emptied, and the bats and balls and well-worn caps put away until next year.  Our national pastime is placed on a shelf, there to gather dust for another dark winter, until with the spring the boys of summer return, and we can hear the … Continue reading The Field

In all of this anger and vitriol and self-righteous proclamation, we have taken two candidates for our highest office and reduced them to cruel effigies: the very embodiment of all that we despise. These aren’t symbols, or demons, or boogeymen. These are people.

In 1950, a new broadcaster with fiery red hair lent his voice to the Brooklyn Dodgers. For sixty-seven years, through broken color barriers and no-hitters and world series, through countless wins and losses, his voice became the voice of summer for generations of Dodgers fans.