By MONTE DUTTON Click here. Playoff baseball is tense. Playoffs in all major sports are intense. In pro basketball and hockey, I have little interest in the regular seasons. Then I love the playoffs. Baseball, though, is as much religion as sport. Either the Dodgers are going to win the World Series again, or the …
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Furmanology: A long-ago dose of Fernandomania
By MONTE DUTTON Click here. Two baseball memories for a Wednesday. I’ve got a lot of Furman baseball memories. Apparently, I’m not getting any more. Dum spiro spero. I was in San Diego, Calif., in the middle of Fernandomania. I saw Valenzuela pitch against the Padres at Jack Murphy Stadium. It was the wildest scene …
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Baseball, hot rods, humble pie and Chevrolet
By MONTE DUTTON No telling what's out there. (Monte Dutton photo) Click here. Sunday was an excellent day for automobile racing. Lewis Hamilton, who, astonishingly, is about to turn 40, won the British Grand Prix for the ninth time. He’s at the age where it reminds me of what NASCAR’s Mark Martin used to say. …
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Style and Sox and Storms, Etc.
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, October 9, 2018, 1:57 p.m. One consequence of working for a news website while writing fiction at the same time is the constant clash of styles. I even have a style for this blog. If this was on GoLaurens.com, “South Carolina” would have been “S.C.” and “October” would have been “Oct.” …
Folks Are So Mad They Could Just Spit
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, August 5, 2018, 10:22 a.m. People seem habitually, chronically and incurably mad at one another. They are divided into warring camps. My theory is that everything is slowly becoming a sport. My team is made up of incredibly gifted student-athletes who will follow up a national championship by huddling up to …
On Truth in Relation to Fiction
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, July 13, 2017, 10:27 a.m. When I was a boy, my grandmother used to say, when a thunderstorm approached, that it was about to “come up a cloud.” My lawn needs mowing. I’m going to do so if it doesn’t come up a cloud. I’m also going to write fiction today …
It’s A Happy Crazy
Many years ago, it was my job to produce interviews with the members of a championship high school football team. I talked to every member of the team, and the interviews ran as fillers on the local station during the week leading up to the state championship game. When I asked one player what he …
Nightrider's Lament 