Red Sox guilty of larceny

Originally published July 25, 1991, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe I was out there again yesterday, trying real hard, which is what I always do, but, in the end, the thing I thought I had went south so, toward dusk, I returned to my dingy little hole in the Globe [...]

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The game to remember

Originally published October 29, 1991, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe I've been to three heavyweight title fights and two Super Bowls. Once, I stood at the rail for the Kentucky Derby. I've seen several NBA championship games and attended the NCAA finals. I've traveled to Williamsport and Cooperstown, too. I've watched the Stanley [...]

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The game’s the thing

Originally published August 6, 1991, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe In 1949, I saw my first baseball game at Fenway Park. I don't recall a whole lot about it other than the fact that my father took me. In the years since, I have wasted an awful lot of time watching [...]

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A game for the ageless

Originally published April 14, 1992, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe Yesterday was no day to play baseball and the Red Sox went right out and proved it, losing to Baltimore 8­6 on a five­parka afternoon. It was an odd event, an opener conducted in weather colder than a Patriots [...]

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Peter Gabarro has this dream

Originally published October 14, 1993, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe This is important. Before we get to the silly business of the day we must send a young boy to the ballgame, the first game of the World Series Saturday night in Toronto. His name is Peter Gabarro. He is [...]

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The thrill is gone

Originally published March 30, 1993, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe BRADENTON, Fla. ­­ A few hours before yesterday's game between the Pirates and the Red Sox, everything that is wrong with baseball had assembled at the players' parking lot. There, a pack of parents were using their kids as props, [...]

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Time slows for memories

Originally published June 1, 1993, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe There were only seven of them but they sure were trying to play a game of baseball, certainly our best game, yesterday afternoon out on a field where each strong breeze sent swirls of dust billowing around the young [...]

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Baseball ’94 reflects society

Originally published August 7, 1994, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe In the dream, it is one more muggy day right in the middle of a summer where it seemed as if the season of youth would never, ever end. There is a radio perched on a windowsill and the [...]

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Baseball lives despite us

Originally published July 5, 1994, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe CHATHAM ­­ Last night, they played a game in this pretty old town where a bandstand adorns main street and a ballfield sits at the edge of a road not far from a cove filled with small boats rocking [...]

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Baseball needs Carter, Powell

Originally published September 20, 1994, by Mike Barnicle for The Boston Globe So, I am lying on the couch last night watching Ken Burns' marvelous documentary, "Baseball," when I am seized by nervousness over the fact it's been 12 hours since Bill Clinton announced it's OK for the baby­killers to hang around [...]

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