by Tom Swyers | Mar 11, 2014 | Baseball Fields, Novel, Saving Babe Ruth, The Big Picture, Travel Baseball
Baseball leagues all over the country can easily lose their baseball field. A field of dreams can easily become a field of nightmares. How a league legally accesses its field is often the difference between a league that will survive and a league that is prone to...
by Tom Swyers | Feb 28, 2014 | Novel, Saving Babe Ruth, Travel Baseball, Uncategorized
There’s a war over youth baseball fields going on throughout this country. You’ll rarely read about this war in the local newspaper, but it is being waged in a number of communities. It’s a threat to our country. You might be surprised to discover the war raging in...
by Tom Swyers | Jan 24, 2014 | Coaching, High School Baseball, Novel, Saving Babe Ruth, Travel Baseball
Spring is fast approaching and every high school baseball program is gearing up for the season. Here’s a simple way to measure the appeal of your school program. If you want to a way to measure the attractiveness of a school baseball program, go and get the number of...
by Tom Swyers | Dec 23, 2013 | Civil War, Novel, Saving Babe Ruth
On Christmas day during the Civil War in 1862, a few New York regiments stationed in Hilton Head, South Carolina played a baseball game and gave birth to a baseball mystery. One of the players that day was a soldier named Abraham Mills. According to Gunther Barth,...
by Tom Swyers | Dec 11, 2013 | Novel, Saving Babe Ruth
I’ve been chasing shadows with my upcoming novel, Saving Babe Ruth. While I can always step on my shadow’s feet, my shadow inevitably slips away, forever one step beyond my grasp. That’s what it feels like to be writing a novel, at least to me. I tend to think...
by Tom Swyers | Nov 22, 2013 | Novel, Saving Babe Ruth
Today is the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I was four years old on November 22, 1963 when Lee Harvey Oswald shot his rifle and killed the President. The events of that day are one of my earliest memories. I recall watching our...
