Clark Booth on Sports
Mother’s Day is ludicrously early to be proclaiming anything definitive about the baseball season let alone where teams will finish and how they’ll get there. Yet being no stranger to ridiculous premises or ill-advised ventures into the unfathomable,...
We have here some stray items looking for a place to land. It’s a bit of “disa and data,” as the long-gone but unforgettable Bud Gillooly used to term the stuff back when he was the lead sports columnist for the irascible Record-American. It seems...
Bye, bye Stanley. We hardly got to know ye again. Let’s hope it’s not another four decades before we re-new acquaintances.
On the other hand, it has been well more than two score years and counting since the Maple Leafs, another once dashing...
In its first salvos the Red Sox have regaled us with their “modest” observance of the 100th birthday of their “lyric little bandbox of a ballyard.” For better or worse, we are assured the hosannas have only just begun, although whatever else they...
Come along, please, as we round the bases of the sporting scene by beginning in Washington D.C where the circus is returning to town although to the consternation of certain wise guys that has nothing to do with the sitting of the Congress.
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The crocuses are up, the birds are on the wing, and the voice of the bull frog is heard booming across the blooming landscape issuing the clarion call of “Play Ball!” And after everyone has played 162 ballgames in 180 days, they’ll have weeded out the...
Not a pitch in anger had yet been thrown; not a game that counts played. Yet firmly, irrevocably, and indisputably, the entire season’s dominant theme and spirit was established the last week of March.
You think you’ve heard all you want or...
A year ago at this time no one—and I do mean absolutely nobody here or elsewhere ranging from the looniest, diehard, devotees to the most ruthlessly dispassionate numbers’ crunchers—was picking the Boston Bruins to win the Stanley Cup.
That had...
With the season-long celebration of the grand centennial of our lyric little bandbox of a ballyard upcoming, we are about to be bombarded, inundated, suffocated (pick the verb you deem most appropriate) with all things Fenway.
This is a...
It was a fine note on which to formally launch another baseball season. Ryan Braun, erstwhile star of the Brewers and once highly regarded impeccable fellow, wriggles out of drug trouble with MLB’s PED Police, leaving everyone’s noses out of joint....
With apologies to the poet: “Spring training begins. All’s right with the world.”
Well, maybe not so much if your team comes from Pittsburgh, Kansas City, Cleveland, or Queens. But the play’s the thing even if you have to read about it from a...
There’s an inspiring sports story laced with the stuff that dreams are made of percolating in that most hard-boiled and unforgiving of settings, New York City. Consider the arguably even greater curiosity that it was incubated at that hoops-nutty jock...
Maybe it should be arranged that for the foreseeable future – until at least either Tom Coughlin or Bill Belichick pack it in or Eli Manning and Tom Brady wander off to their ultimate reward in Canton, Ohio – we might have annual renewals of this...
Here are some slices of this and that and stray observations to share while waiting for the pen-ultimate meeting of your Patriots and their Giants. As ever, one is reminded of the cherished hope of the late, great Dick Schaap who, while staring down...
No doubt you like the look and tempo of the hockey season so far. You are still feasting off that fabulous frolic last spring. The game seems healthier than it has been in a long time. Crowds are big. Revenues are up. The networks are even back...
