Old-school news, just in time
by Kevin Burton My very first ecstatic sports moment came via a baseball wild pitch. The Cincinnati Reds won the 1972 pennant by scoring two runs in the ninth inning of game 5. First Johnny Bench hit a tying home run. Then with two outs, Pittsburgh pitcher Bob Moose uncorked a game-ending wild …
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by Kevin Burton The Cincinnati Reds have been included in the baseball playoffs this year as a wild card, with an 83-79 record. I used to be wild about baseball and the Reds, less so now, but I never have been wild about the wild card. Too many teams mediocre teams get into …
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by Kevin Burton “Some Christians are sadly prone to look on the dark side of everything, and to dwell more upon what they have gone through than upon what God has done for them,” writes Alistair Begg in a recent Truth For Life e-mail. If you, like me, could easily substitute your name …
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by Kevin Burton I believe it was the great Marty Brennaman, on the Cincinnati Reds radio network, who used to call the first game of a three-game series the “lid-lifter.” Let’s tack that one on, at the very beginning mind you, like the first pitch in the top of the first inning, to …
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by Kevin Burton In a recent post about Elton John and his struggles with vision loss, I made an offhanded, rash statement. Today I make a correction. I hope it’s not too late. I wondered in print about what I would say to Sir Elton about blindness in the very unlikely event …
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by Kevin Burton One day I answered the phone and instead of a typical getting I heard, “Your boy’s in jail.” Baseball was one of the few things that my father and I could talk about peacefully. But we had a disagreement about Pete Rose. I loved Rose, who died Sept. 30 …
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by Kevin Burton This is a story about baseball cards and the souls of men. Or maybe it’s about crime and punishment and fleeting youth. Or maybe this is a Joni Mitchell song in the making; I’ve looked at Pete Rose from both sides now, from glory and shame and still somehow …
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