Please see my other site, Start Spreading the News, for the story of the day Darryl Strawberry came to my school to have a catch with me.
…so little time.Continue reading “142 – So Much To Say…”
On July 11, 2021, I was asked to deliver the sermon at Grace United Methodist Church in Wyckoff, New Jersey.
The following is the transcript of my sermon.
God asks a lot of us. All the time. He wants us to be reverent.
He wants us to love him.
He loves us…
He asks us to pray. He even had Jesus teach us how to pray.
God wants us to follow the Golden Rule.
He wants us to be kind, to be generous, to love… to love one another as he loves us.
He asks us to honor our mothers and fathers, to not lust, or want, or use his name in vain.
Or take false idols.
Or to kill.
He asks a lot of us.
Because he loves us.Continue reading “Closing and Opening Doors To God”
(Note: This article can also be found on Start Spreading The News.)
Opening Day is a month, a week, and a day away. That’s my Opening Day. The day my baseball season begins.
In 2019, after not pitching in any competitive baseball game for over 34 years, I made a comeback as the old guy, a 50+-year-old pitcher, in a highly competitive wood bat 35-year-old + baseball league. I pitched again last year.
The upcoming 2021 season will be my third.
After proving to myself that I can hold my own on the mound, and even pitch complete nine inning games, I am no longer content with just being able to do that.
Now I want to win.Continue reading “One Last Shot – Season 3, Post 2: My Spring Training”
(This post can also be found on my Yankees blog Start Spreading the News.)
This time it’s for real!
…or so I tell myself.
Yes. For goodness sake, this time it is for real.
This coming season, the 2021 season, will be mine. This will be my chance to shine. To pitch well. To win. Often.
And I have a plan to make sure it happens.Continue reading “One Last Shot – Season 3, Post 1: This Time It’s For Real”
As I chronicle my recovery from Achilles Surgery along with my quest to get in the proper shape to run another marathon, I am pleased to report that I am making great progress.
On July 4, I was once again honored to host the Card King Sports Variety Show on ABC Radio – KMET 1490 AM in Los Angeles.
Special thanks to my guest Josh Lewin and to Brian Cataquet for allowing me to sit in for him once again.
I just got off the treadmill. I’m tired. I’m in some pain. I’d like to go to bed, but it’s morning. I’m tired. Real tired. But, underneath all of this exhaustion, I feel alive. I feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time.
It’s good to feel ALIVE!
It had been over a month since I last pitched.
On June 23, I enjoyed pitching against Jersey City. Then, on June 25, I had my first visit with an orthopedist who did as I feared he would… he shut me down.
On June 25, my baseball season ended. On June 25, my softball seasons ended. And, on June 25, my hopes for running the 2019 New York City Marathon also ended.
The orthopedist looked at my swollen right ankle, the MRI that showed tears in the Achilles tendon, and his own X-Rays. He said, “This isn’t good, Paul.” The word “surgery” came up, but he also said, “I’m not ready to go there yet.” I think the thing that made him shut me down totally was when I could perform a simple exercise in his office – standing on just my right foot and going to “tippy toes.” When I couldn’t do that, it cinched the deal.
I was given a night brace, an anti-inflammatory prescription, and little hope.
I left the office with the brace, a discouraged countenance, and a follow-up appointment.
But all of that is old news.
This is the story I didn’t want to write…
Two days after I pitched on June 23, I had my first appointment with the orthopedist. This doctor is very well known and very respected. He took X-Rays, put me through a battery of small tests, he examined my legs, took careful note of my right Achilles, and, after all of that, said that my baseball season, my softball season, and my running season are all over.
I knew this was coming.
We all knew this was coming.
I just didn’t want to hear it.
I still don’t.