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Baseball is America is Star Trek.
Happy Saturday, Tumblr.

Baseball is America is Star Trek.

Happy Saturday, Tumblr.

Yankee fans remember him for helping coach New York to four World Series titles… and getting into a fight with Red Sox pitcher Pedro Martinez… and getting hit by a foul ball off Chuck Knoblauch’s bat, after which he donned a combat helmet.  He player or coached with the Dodgers, Reds, Senators, Cubs, Padres, Rangers, Red Sox, and the Rays.  
Having been a part of professional baseball for more than six decades, Don Zimmer, the coach’s coach, has passed away at the age of 83.
Here’s he’s seen wearing that post-foul ball helmet during a parade for the 1999 championship team.  Earlier in his career, he had almost died from another baseball to his jowly, cheeky noggin.  And yet, there was always that smile.  (When he wasn’t fighting with Pedro Martinez.)
Rest in peace, Zim.  There are no foul balls in Heaven.

Yankee fans remember him for helping coach New York to four World Series titles… and getting into a fight with Red Sox pitcher Pedro Martinez… and getting hit by a foul ball off Chuck Knoblauch’s bat, after which he donned a combat helmet.  He player or coached with the Dodgers, Reds, Senators, Cubs, Padres, Rangers, Red Sox, and the Rays.  

Having been a part of professional baseball for more than six decades, Don Zimmer, the coach’s coach, has passed away at the age of 83.

Here’s he’s seen wearing that post-foul ball helmet during a parade for the 1999 championship team.  Earlier in his career, he had almost died from another baseball to his jowly, cheeky noggin.  And yet, there was always that smile.  (When he wasn’t fighting with Pedro Martinez.)

Rest in peace, Zim.  There are no foul balls in Heaven.

All I’m saying is that a Star Trek character would do better.

His last Opening Day in the Bronx is today.
You hate him but you know he’s a five-time World Series champ.
You hate him but you know he’s been in the playoffs 17 out of his 19 seasons in the bigs thus far.
You hate him but you know he’s got a lifetime .312 batting average (to date) with more than 1200 RBI and 250 homeruns in a 20-year career.
You hate him but you know he just passed Milwaukee’s Paul Molitor to become 8th in total hits, with Carl Yaztremski’s hit total coming up next. 
You hate him but you know he’s earned his nicknames “Mr. November,” “Captain Clutch” and whatever other monikers fans and other players have devised and applied.
You hate him but he plays the game right, and always has.
You hate him but you know you can’t hate him because look at that smile and oh yeah, did we mention the World Series rings?
Thanks for everything, Captain.
Thank you, Derek Jeter.
Even from the haters.

His last Opening Day in the Bronx is today.

You hate him but you know he’s a five-time World Series champ.

You hate him but you know he’s been in the playoffs 17 out of his 19 seasons in the bigs thus far.

You hate him but you know he’s got a lifetime .312 batting average (to date) with more than 1200 RBI and 250 homeruns in a 20-year career.

You hate him but you know he just passed Milwaukee’s Paul Molitor to become 8th in total hits, with Carl Yaztremski’s hit total coming up next. 

You hate him but you know he’s earned his nicknames “Mr. November,” “Captain Clutch” and whatever other monikers fans and other players have devised and applied.

You hate him but he plays the game right, and always has.

You hate him but you know you can’t hate him because look at that smile and oh yeah, did we mention the World Series rings?

Thanks for everything, Captain.

Thank you, Derek Jeter.

Even from the haters.

Opening Day poem.

Fuck you, snow

Fuck you, winter

'tis the season

of splendid splinters.

Of caught fly balls

and stolen bases;

of triples, doubles,

and pennant races.

Under domes, 

or wide, blue sky —

away or home,

let homers fly.

Hit inside pitch;

bunts down the line;

World Series rings —

it’s baseball time.

(Photo of Major League Baseball’s opening day ceremonies in San Diego, CA on Sunday, March 30 by USA Today)