Netflix subscribers are encouraged, make that urged, to watch "The Battered Bastards of Baseball," a documentary about the independent Portland Mavericks, who dominated the Northwest League in the mid-70s. Founded by veteran character Bing Russell, dad of Kurt and grandfather of former Brave Matt Franco, to fill the void left by the departure of the... Continue Reading →
Just watched a fantastic Fernando Valenzuela documentary on ESPN (available OnDemand for Comcast subscribers). It's the first of the "30 in 30" series focusing on baseball that I found compelling. (ANOTHER tribute to the 2004 Red Sox along with some Steinbrenner ass-kissing by overrated documentarian Barbara Kopple!?!) Director Cruz Angeles tells Valenzuela's story from the perspective of a Latino... Continue Reading →
Jim Belushi, as a Cubs fan, in an early 90s "comedy" named after a Bachman-Turner Overdrive song. I believe this was the reason Charles Grodin quit show business. So you'll know, the Cubs-bashing is just getting started.
Office readers had good things to say about "Sugar," and you were right. What a great flick, free of the romanticism that tends to bog down most baseball movies. Great performance by Angelis Perez Soto in the title role. He'll have you thinking twice the next time you boo the likes of Manny Acosta or... Continue Reading →
(originally posted 1/08) If you asked me yesterday what I thought of "Field of Dreams," I would've probably spoken favorably. God, I embarrass myself sometimes. As I watched it I kept thinking of of the Christian Rock Hard episode of "South Park." Record exec to Cartman: "You really, really love Jesus." "Yeah, don't you?" Ray... Continue Reading →