Years ago, before society was discontinued, I made a tragically brief run at becoming a Major League umpire.In fact, my umpire school class appears to have made history. At the beginning of the school, the Major League umpires who worked as instructors got us all hootin’ and clappin’ when they’d tell us somewhere in that hotel ballroom was…
My apologies, everyone. I’m pretty sure I’m responsible for this whole COVID-19 situation. I didn’t realize it until this week.At the company Christmas party, I won tickets to the Texas Rangers’ home opener at the new ballpark. My brothers and I were planning to take Mama Scaia to Italy this spring, which, obviously, would have…
Last week, Texas flipped out when some outfit declared more Texans prefer In-N-Out to Whataburger. Even the governor weighed in.So The Lord and Yogi Berra were hanging out in Heaven. Yogi Berra says to the Lord, “Nuts to that! Let’s shove Texas and California in a stadium together until they work it out!”The Lord looks…
Loyal Scaiaholics are surely furious at the lack of activity on this blog. I understand. I’ve been busy at work. Even as I’m writing this, I’m sitting at Globe Life Park, saddled with the hassle of covering playoff baseball.The Toronto Blue Jays have a commanding lead, though, and that has given me some free time to…
According to the thing I click on sometimes when I update this website, the majority of people reading this blog live in either Texas or Ohio, so I don’t think it’s a stretch to suggest that most of us are suffering through a similarly unsatisfying playoff baseball season.Luckily, though, I remembered the boy scout oath and…
Loyal Scaiaholics will know that I’ve been somewhat rudderless since losing the Montreal Expos back in 2004.I know what you’re thinking: “How can you be somewhat rudderless?! There’s no degree of having a rudder. Either a boat has a rudder or it doesn’t! It’s like a lamp. There can’t be somewhat of a…