The back of a player’s baseball card should be the sole admission ticket to stand with the game’s greatest players, all of whom were flawed in one manner or another.

As I reflect on my 70th birthday, my heart is overflowing with gratitude for all the experiences, joys, blessings, and challenges that have shaped me.

Minor league ball is baseball in its purest form, with all sorts of perks for fans who love the game and even for those just looking for an evening of good old-fashioned entertainment.

An old-timey general store has a character and authenticity that no Walmart or Dollar General could ever hope to replicate, along with shelves and bins that hold everything on your shopping list, plus some things you didn’t even know you needed.

It’s okay to shed a tear. Crying doesn’t mean you’re weak. It’s often a sign of strength. Sometimes, a good sob must be released to get strong again. Tears mean you have a heart.

I believe most of us are good people. Knuckleheads? For sure, in abundance. However, most of us — “the better angels of our nature,” in Abraham Lincoln’s words — incline society toward cooperation, peace and kindness.

Once upon a thyme in the bustling town of Punville, there was a baker named Brad Renner who whisked he could …

You know the news. Charging wind, water and mud from Tropical Storm Helene devastated western North Carolina and left communities in ruins. Help arrived. Big time. But help is still needed.

There is no wisdom save in truth. Truth is everlasting, but our ideas about truth are changeable. The greatest homage we can pay to truth is to use it, but that is often not the path followed.

One of the most contentious topics in MLB today is the strict use of pitch counts. I’m a passionate student of the game, and I don’t accept the over-the-top embracing of pitch counts. Here’s my logic