His final season in the bigs has become a total shitshow by the Yankees, who don’t look likely to make the playoffs for the second time in the past three years. But here’s to the Captain, who has led the Bronx Bombers for 20 years and who always gave his all. Thank you, Derek Jeter.
Thirteen-year-old sensation Mo’ne Davis, who plays for Philadelphia’s Taney Dragons, has become the first Little Leaguer to grace the national cover of Sports Illustrated. The 5-foot-4 inch, 111-pound eighth grader is not only taking the Little League World Series by storm, but also she has captured the nation’s attention.
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Meanwhile, at the Little League World Series in Williamsport, PA, Mo’ne Davis — one of only two girls in the tournament — struck out eight batters in a two-hit shutout, leading Philadelphia over Nashville, 4-0. Mo’ne, who has thrown as fast as 70mph, threw all of 70 pitches in her complete game. Which should mean anyone who still says “You throw like a girl!” can shut the fuck up now. (Photo: Gene Puskar / AP via the New York Daily News)
19 straight seasons hitting over .300, a .338 career batting average, and every single year of his professional baseball life spent with one team — the San Diego Padres. The epitome of class in America’s sport. Rest in peace, Tony Gwynn.
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.
Here’s rare film footage, shot by a professional baseball player, of a polio-stricken Franklin Delano Roosevelt walking, with assistance from an aide, to his seat at the 1937 All-Star Game.
All I’m saying is that a Star Trek character would do better.
Baseball. A game of ice cream and butts.
Jimmy Fallon’s best gag yet.
Michael Pineda, pine tarred idiot.
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.
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)
A view from Washington Monument (1945)
Photo by Reginald Hotchkiss
Farm Security Administration – Office of War Information Photograph Collection
Library of Congress via dcpast, tbridge
I want to start by saying thank you.
I know they say that when you dream you eventually wake up. Well, for some reason, I’ve never had to wake up. Not just because of my time as a New York Yankee but also because I am living my dream every single day.
Last year was a tough one for me. As I suffered through a bunch of injuries, I realized that some of the things that always came easily to me and were always fun had started to become a struggle. The one thing I always said to myself was that when baseball started to feel more like a job, it would be time to move forward.
So really it was months ago when I realized that this season would be my last. As I came to this conclusion and shared it with my friends and family, they all told me to hold off saying anything until I was absolutely 100% sure.
And the thing is, I could not be more sure. I know it in my heart. The 2014 season will be my last year playing professional baseball.”
Derek Jeter announces his impending retirement via Facebook.