If this year at Wrigley Field were an animal, it would be a puking gorilla. Our correspondent reports from Waveland and Sheffield.
That answers the what, but what about the who? We don’t know, but we know who does. Jeff Parker reports from Kansas City.
We all hate the White Sox, but one man at least has a good reason. Guest writer Red reports from Boston.
On the reflexive nature of allies, enemies, and dollar hot dog night. Ira Brooker reports from the Twin Cities.
At the dawn of the Sox’ inaugural trip to Yankee Stadium, the Good Guys lose another ally. Kris Pollina reports from 157th and River.
Number 51 might rock our sports-watching worlds, but who’s to say that’s actually what he wants? Our man in Toronto reports.
Games will make them champions, but something’s missing if the Jays are to be truly great. Our man in Toronto reports.
Sox. Jays. There is only one man fully capable of putting this series in its proper context. Drew aka Lloyd the Barber reports from Hollywood North.
It’s like street photography, but with a voice recorder instead of a camera as confusion reigns on the streets of Chicago. Part six in a series.
You need friends in this world, kid. They’re the only ones who’ll tell you what you need to hear. Part five in a series.
In the wake of their magical fourth-place finish in 2008, what’s in store for the Kansas City Royals? The answer will probably not surprise you. Part four in a series.
The Indians will win. Or lose. Or beat you up. Part three in a series, rated PG-13 for some strong language.
This season’s forecast for Detroit: generally gloomy but with a 58% chance of sunshine. Part two in a series.
With prediction season upon us, we rounded up the best and brightest minds on the internet to gaze deeply into the future. Part one in a series.
She choo-choo-chooses him. And him. And him. Guest columnist Cara Snyder reflects on the true meaning of the holiday.
Special guest Todd Kaplan shows us why no baseball team is justified in crying poor. Yet.
