Showing posts with label Baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baseball. Show all posts

Thursday, March 27, 2025

Baseball Comics!



It's Opening Day of the Baseball Season and as far as I know "Il Dope" and his thugs have not suspended the season for some reason, so it's time to welcome warmer weather (but not too warm), and some lazy afternoons of the last civilized sport in America. So, I present to you the aptly named Baseball Comics from 1949 by Will Eisner and company. It was only one of two comics produced by Eisner's company, the other was Kewpies which this blog took a gander at yesterday. 


To read this issue in its entirety head on over to Davy Crockett's Almanack of Myster, Adventure and the Wild West. You can get there with his handy linkage. 


I picked up this reprint gem from the folks at Kitchen Sink some years ago. Rube Rooky is just what you'd expect, but so very well done, that it's okay. 

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Monday, February 13, 2017

A Day In The Anti-Life - Spring Training!


There's no doubt that Baseball has lost its luster from its heyday decades ago, having been surpassed by the immensely more violent game of Football, at least in America. But for me there's little doubt which game is the more ideal and for that matter the more idealistic. In many ways Baseball is much that is good about America and Football sadly reflects much that is not so good. As the late George Carlin so eloquently examined decades ago the two games are exceedingly different.

Football is a game which is much more militaristic in its design and implementation, while Baseball seems more pastoral and less rigid. One is guided by strict lines and close measurements and each stadium is exactly the same in proportions, while Baseball plays on fields which vary in size and often what is fair and foul is merely what the eye beholds at a moment in time. Baseball is much more about the individual being part of a team but not sublimating himself or herself to it, while Football mostly makes men identical from near and afar, and when a player sets himself apart it's usually a bad thing.

I say that to say this -- rarely have I more felt the need for the refreshing breeze of Spring Training, which begins this week with the arrival of pitchers and catchers. It is for me the most perfect time in all of sport when all teams have equal chance to grab the ring and begin a long and winding road to the ultimate goal, but with Baseball more than any other sport it is the journey which matters often more than the ultimate prize. While only one team can ever win the World Series, many teams can have measures of success depending on how their plans unfold, and players can have great seasons regardless often of how successful their teams ultimately are. To that extent Baseball offers more hope to its fans than any other game, more ways to win.


We need that in these grim times. I've grown much more hopeful (within a narrow range of hopefulness to be sure) that the administration of our current "so-called" President will follow a more or less normal pattern. I will not like policy decisions, but we got a sense when the courts slapped the administration up side the head that our Constitution still functions and  will outlast the current regime. And there are even signs, meager though they be, that the Republicans in Congress are about to rouse from their drunken fits of avarice to poke back at abuses which demand attention and response. We are seeing that the new "so-called" President and his White House cronies have encountered the other branches of government and found that their roughshod approach to people management might not really work all the time.

As our homegrown Nero plays with his matchbook, we now have something more alluring to catch our attention (we know Nero hates to not be the center of attention), a game which ironically is very much driven by immigration, especially immigration from Spanish-speaking nations to the South. There's hope in the land. We have Baseball. It's a good day, or at least a better day to be an American.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Pitching The Perfect Game!


It's the best day in the sports calender, the one which marks the very beginning of baseball. Pitchers and catchers report for many clubs today to get a small jump on the Spring Training season. It is that ideal moment when all the teams have an equal chance to win the coveted World Series, when every player can become an All-Star (which is in the local Cincinnati ball park this year by the way).

No other game is as elegant as baseball which by definition can never have a tie. Football and basketball and hockey are ruled by the clock, subject to the relentless march of time where as a baseball game can potentially last for eternity, endless extra innings spanning into the distant future. No other sport can promise immortality and endless opportunity, at least in theory.

And Spring Training is the beginning of the beginning when the pure ideals of sport still blaze in the Arizona and Florida skies like perfect gems unsullied by the grit and grime of the world. That dirt will almost instantly begin to mar the perfection of the season, but for the time being it's a perfect world for anyone who is paying attention.

Just as Spring itself promises renewal, so too does this beatific moment in baseball.

Here are some covers which celebrate watching what still is (for me at least) America's (and Japan's and Cuba's too for that matter) most perfect game. 









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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Blue Bolt Baseball!

Joe Certa

Jack Hearne

Al McWilliams

It's that time of year again. The baseball season is getting underway, and with that hope as we know it in America is kindled once more.

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Sunday, July 4, 2010

What The 4th Of July Is All About!


Will Eisner


Al Kilgore


Wally Wood & Friends


Nadine Seltzer


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Friday, March 5, 2010

Play Ball!






It's time for spring training in baseball. This is maybe my favorite time of the year in sports. Though I don't follow baseball nearly as closely as I did before the infamous strike that took out the World Series, I nonetheless get a warm feeling for this time of year when all the teams have an unblemished record and a chance to win the whole shebang! It's a beautiful before-time when none of the losses count and all the talent is "developing". There's little more pure in American culture than baseball's spring training. It's the best of what we are, aspiring to improve each and every day and season and year.

Alas all that will change when the season actually begins and some teams are eliminated before the end of May, but it's not now. Hope for one and all.

Above a little Charlton cover gallery to celebrate the new season.

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