Category: Summer Nine

I have very fond memories of the most random places in the 1,000 miles between Louisville, Kentucky, and Chatham, Massachusetts. Every summer, my New England-native parents loaded up the current incarnation of our Chevrolet Astro van – we cycled through like five different ones over more »

The regular season finale usually gives way to plenty more baseball in Cotuit, but not this year. After shaking off their slow start, the Kettleers kept playing well but couldn’t quite keep pace. Their last-ditch efforts to qualify for the postseason were dashed yesterday. Everyone more »

Hot summer nights in Hampton, Virginia, have almost always featured baseball. Fans of the Peninsula Pilots who pack into War Memorial Stadium are particularly grateful for it. The stadium is a gem and minor league teams called it home year after year. But for a more »

Summer collegiate baseball and community involvement go hand-in-hand. The motivation often starts with building a brand, but the impact happens nonetheless – clinics, fundraising opportunities, reading weeks with local schools. The D.C. Grays want to build their brand, too, but they want to do it more »

As a community newspaper sportswriter in New England, I see a lot of baseball. High school ball in the spring then basically nothing but baseball in the summer – collegiate leagues, American Legion ball, Connie Mack, Little League all-stars. I have probably covered 800 baseball more »

Summer always moves fast on Cape Cod. Cotuit manager Mike Roberts sees the Fourth of July as make-or-break time. It might be the true beginning of summer for the Cape as tourist mecca, but it’s the moment where you better be on track for the more »

  Tradition is a hard thing to build and a hard thing to maintain in summer collegiate baseball. Players roll into town when their spring seasons end. It can be as early as Memorial Day weekend or as late as the end of June, if more »

  You know it’s going to be unlike anything you’ve seen, and it still wows you. Between business and pleasure, I’ve probably attended 500 or so baseball games, maybe more. I knew going into the 111th Midnight Sun Game in Fairbanks, Alaska Tuesday that this more »