Missing The Game...

The old game waits under the white, deeper then the frozen grass, down below the frost line, it waits to return...

  - Donald Hall.

I, for one reason or the other this off season, am missing baseball like no other.  I am looking forward to spring. I am looking forward to seeing my boys run onto the grass, to redeem last season, and just maybe, get back into the post season.

Baseball also makes me think of my dad.  We had such a bond through this game. If not talking about it like two armchair managers, we would play catch, or we would debate (argue) about some play, player, situation, trade, release and everything else about the game.  Sometimes we wouldn't talk at all while watching the game but just sit in silence for almost 3 hours, the connection just the same.   When I sit and watch a game it's mostly now in silence, it feels like he is sitting there with me. When the game is being played I feel closer to him then any other time...

...hurry up spring.

Under Construction...

I'm pulling stuff (pictures mainly) together and will hopefully launch "Blair Field Project" in a few weeks.  In the mean time, if you think of anything better for a title, stories that involve you (must also involve baseball in some way) send them to me and I will post them here for all to see.

Email your stories to :  kory.burroughs@gmail.com under the subject  "baseball story"

cant wait to hear from you!