The Sacrifices I Make

For you regulars, you might remember my Hall of Fame jar with which I would go to Ryne Sandberg's induction into the Hall of Fame. Well, it turns out two good friends are getting married on back to back weekends, so there went the Hall of Fame. But in this day and age of TV and internet, I can still watch the shebang in the comfort of my apartment, and without the loud shirtless guy with a Rhino holding a glove tattooed on his chest. Copycat!

Baseball Perpares to Honor Legends

Hall didn't call because of Ryno's bat