I'm Jay Wrizight

To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure how it really ever happened. It could have been those summer days when the intersection of Cottage and Higbee Streets was transformed into a baseball diamond from sunrise until sunset. Or the many times I took the El and subway to sit in Section 719. Or maybe it was sitting in the Holiday Inn parking lot debating whether Don Carmen or Bruce Ruffin was a better pitcher.  But somewhere along the way I became a baseball junkie.

Any Twelve step program will tell you that the first step is admitting you have a problem, but my only problem is there is not enough hours in the day to see each and every one of the 2,430 MLB games that will be played this year.  Of course, the Phillies are my favorite team, but when push comes to shove I will even watch the Mets play the Yankees (if it the only game on.)

I spent four years if my life learning the trade of journalism. When I graduated, I decided it wasn’t for me.  Not because I wasn’t talented enough (I won awards for heaven’s sake) or no longer had the desire, but the bureaucracy involved was astounding. Like any self absorbed artist,  I decided I’d rather produce nothing than produce trash.  That all changed after I was contacted by BL Chris to write for this blog.  I’m not sure if it was his thirst for answers that no one else could provided or the Dr. Mcgillicuddy's but he said he would support my hard hitting, truth seeking style.  So I vow to you, the reader, that I will leave no base unturned to find the truth in those stories the main stream media are so complacent to spoon feed you the easy answers.  I hope you enjoy my weekly column and feel free to send me your comments and burning question.

Jay Wrizight

jaywrizight@yahoo.com