That was baseball; that was real baseball.
No one cares about a loser. And many love to hate a winner.
Pete Rose is done. He will never — if this latest allegation and the smoking gun of an old betting chit are true — get into the National Baseball Hall of Fame. To that, I say this: So what? Who cares? What’s it matter?
So Mick and The Boys are going to invade the North Shore this weekend, blowing into town on their Zip Code Tour and — even at their advanced age — ready to rock Heinz Field.
This one is easy. Tyler Boyd sits. He sits one game. Hopefully he learns his lesson, everyone moves on and he never makes a mistake like this again.
Please don’t take this as a column advocating “loafing” — such a great Pittsburgh word, that “loafing” — because that’s far from what these words are.
A.J. Burnett lost Monday night. You can read it right there in the box score, in the game log, in the chronicle of that rain-fragmented game played against the Milwaukee Brewers. He has, however, won over these Pittsburgh Pirates for a second time.
If anyone in this town deserves to do it his way, it is Mario Lemieux.
Caitlyn Jenner is the former Bruce Jenner.
Watch out National League. Cutch looks like he’s back.
You have probably heard by now, but the NFL is trying to make their product more exciting by tinkering with the most innocuous play in sports this side of the intentional walk —- yes, the extra point.
Forget an ending with this 2015 victory lap, how about a second encore in 2016?
Ever heard of Throlf? Me neither.
On Wednesday afternoon, the most rare occurrence — as in it has never happened before — was taking place in Major League Baseball. The Baltimore Orioles were hosting the Chicago White Sox in an empty stadium at Camden Yards because of the unrest in the city.
Adam Wainwright should never have been in that position. No, we’re past the point of this making sense.