Posts by Nathan Graziano
For me, there’s nothing comparable to watching live baseball. It’s a simple, meditative pleasure. It’s also a sensory experience. Bats crack, leather snaps, crowds rise to cheer. Fresh grass, hot dogs, popcorn, beer.
A blood moon hung in the night sky above Busch Memorial Stadium in St. Louis, Mo., on October 27, 2004, a night that ended 86 years of abject misery for the Boston Red Sox and their devoted fanbase.
As a boy, I watched Desmond Davis’ 1981 film “Clash of the Titans” on HBO, long before I read any Greek mythology. The film lingered with me, not as a budding mythology buff, but as a highly anxious mortal, terrified by the world.
While I am far past the age where I’ll be zooming downtown at 6 a.m. to open the bars with the hosts of a radio morning show— “That is no country for old men”— I still like to celebrate the day with a few beers, a boiled dinner and a Pogues playlist.
I teach in a public school so I can’t possibly write a column about school vouchers with a modicum of diplomacy. This screed will invariably devolve into another hot-shot of liberal vitriol, right? Wrong.
The Red Sox pitchers and catchers reported to spring training on Valentine’s Day, but there is not a lot of love for The Olde Towne Team as they head into the 2024 season.