On the Field

If I learned one thing from that 2006 Tigers team, it’s to never take anything for granted.

Have you ever been cornered and asked, “So, what do you do?” Or maybe, “What’s your major?”

Nobody celebrates the player who decides to put their health first.

Nobody wakes up one morning, leaps out of bed and yells, “Hey mom, I want to be a triple jumper!”

With my dad, it was always “when,” never “if.” All the things I doubted or didn’t feel certain about, he talked about them like they were inevitable.

When Spring Training started this year, it was clear that "a fluke" is what the Kansas City Royals were to most people.

Have you ever been cornered and asked, “So, what do you do?” Or maybe, “What’s your major?”

The National Women’s Hockey League was born the way a lot of startups are born in 2015.

Being a backup catcher for the Yankees was like getting an advanced degree in winning.

Being a base-stealer is about being a realist.

You know that thing when you’re at party and it’s kind of tedious having to explain your job to people? Well, I’m no different.

It was loud. No hang on, let me really explain that.

Where have all the great catchers gone?

There are times as a professional where you have to maintain a stronger faith in yourself than others might have in you.

We often get so caught up looking ahead to the playoffs that we don’t see all the cool things that happen around Major League Baseball as the regular season win

So I’m the guy who’s supposed to put the little rubber puck into the back of the net. Pretty simple. The only thing is, there’s a 6-foot-5 monster wearing pillo

Let’s be real: It ain’t a highlight reel until someone’s ankles get broken.

Honestly, one of the toughest things about catching an ace is the pressure you feel not to screw it up.

When I first came to New York, I didn’t talk much. More like, I didn’t talk at all.

Here's a breakdown of the five toughest guys I've ever traded punches with.

This is NFL Rookie Diaries, a series where NFL rookies take you inside their new lives as NFL players.

I know I’m not going to the NFL. D-I football is my last stop, and to be completely honest, I’m OK with that.

It was the first day of school, with one small difference. “School” was the San Francisco Giants.

My offense may have “died” — but I’m back from the dead as your worst nightmare: a defensive stopper.