The first baseball game I ever saw was on July 4, 1977 at Memorial Stadium in Baltimore. Johnny Wockenfuss hit two home runs for the Tigers -I’ll always remember because of the way my uncle imitated him wiggling his fingers as he waited for the pitch- but the Orioles came back with six two-out scores in the bottom of the sixth to beat Mark Fidrych 6-4. That’s just one reason I’m still such a big fan.
I attended two games of the 1979 World Series. The We Are Family Pirates made me cry, but watching Joaquin Andujar on TV in the 1982 Fall Classic was the greatest thing I ever saw. I met Joaquin years later, got his autograph and vowed to write a book about him one day (The book is almost done).
Before it was a topic in Sports Illustrated or The Sporting News, I noticed from studying the backs of baseball cards how many ballplayers were born in San Pedro de Macoris, Dominican Republic. This became my little niche obsession within the baseball universe, and I can tell you more than you’ll ever need to know about the Macorisanos who’ve made their mark in baseball.
For most of the last 15 years, I’ve been employed in the Jamaican music business, even though I think the island largely stopped exporting good tunes when the studios there got computerized in the mid-1980’s (or was it the influx of guns and crack cocaine).
I’m married with a beautiful daughter now, and writing about baseball is the one thing I still make time to do for me. That, and a fellow called SkeptiSys, are the reasons you can find me here. So, keep checking in to find out about Dominican baseball, the Orioles & occasionally whatever comes to mind.