Ballpark Food

I think the best ballpark food I’ve eaten was in Baltimore. Between Boog’s BBQ in right field, the cinnamon pretzels in the concourse, and the loaded Italian sausages all over, Camden Yards is not just a great place to watch a game. It’s a great...

The Power to Heal or Destroy

Every person you and I will talk to today is either in need of healing or on the brink of being broken. Your teammates, the guys you coach, the parents in the booster club, the random person you see at the store. How do I know? You and I are the same way, even when we...

He Was About to Crumble…

You could see him crumble during the postgame conversation. He’d had a tough game. He knew it. Everyone knew it. And especially his dad–his coach–knew it. But he didn’t crumble until his dad’s crushing words slammed against him outside...

Using Your Words

It would be great if every coach were a godly man. It would be great if every leader in every program walked with Jesus. If that were the case, players around the country would be in the hands of people who cared deeply for them and not just for a selfish agenda....

Digging Up Old Dirt

I love to talk about baseball memories with friends and former teammates. Although the opportunity rarely presents itself, those times are a blast. Inevitably, we dig up the same old stories and talk about the same old things. It helps us to relive it all, to go back...