There was the year after the strike, when the Pirates misplayed a bunt into a three-run home run and the fans littered the field with tiny little flags that had been given away as a promotion. There was the next year when the annual tradition of magnetic schedules began. It turns out the schedules are pretty flimsy and unless you’re an expert frisbee tosser, they’re not easy to get on to the field.
I’m going to be doing some more writing for The Outside Corner this year, which is Bloguin’s general baseball blog. On most weeks, I’m going to try and tackle the weird milestones that fans of bad teams set in their heads to convince themselves that they’re on the way back up. This week, I just wrote a lot about being home for Opening Day and how it compared to Opening Days of yore.
