Jack Gibbons

Posts By Jack Gibbons

• Baseball Essays

  Calling the Pen: With a little help from my friend

  It has been three years since I left The Sun, since I started on a journey for which there was no defined...

• Baseball Essays

  Calling the Pen: A Christmas story

  It’s difficult when you’re a kid to grasp the concept that it’s better to give than to receive. To be honest, it’s...

• Baseball Essays

  Calling the Pen: The gift of love

  The backyard ball field with the chicken wire backstop and the marble bases carefully set at ground level was my sanctuary. It...

• Baseball Essays

  Calling the Pen: Thankful for blessings amid life’s storms

  The initial plan sounded like a tale from the old west. Dave Glenn and his dad, Mike, had sent the women and...

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  Calling the Pen: The search continues

  We were assembling joggers for the seven participants from Athletes Serving Athletes to compete in the marathon relay of the Baltimore Running...

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  Calling the Pen: Oriole fans get a final chance to show that all is not lost

  Passion and compassion. Passion for one’s team. Compassion for its players, when it’s evident the struggle is real. A Sports Illustrated story...

• Baseball Essays

  Calling the Pen: He couldn’t hit left-handed, but everything else was right

  Before organized sports became, well, organized, the kids in our neighborhood did it ourselves. We loved to be outdoors playing ball during...

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  Calling the Pen: Cal Ripken once lost out to Jimmy Foit on an All-Metro team, and his dad didn’t like it

  During an Orioles game in the 1980s, Keith Mills, Mike Marlow and I sat toward the back of the press box at...

• Baseball Essays

  Calling the Pen: That time when Doc Edwards came to our house, and I was disappointed

  The Orioles’ signing of a 16-year-old from the Dominican Republic this week got me thinking about my missed opportunity. I blame it...

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  Calling the Pen: Oriole fans get cold splash of business, try not to take it personally

  It was a 30-minute swim, but when it was over, there were ripples throughout the Baltimore baseball community. My wife, Barb, got...