The ceremonial first pitchPosted: March 6, 2013
Welcome to The Baseball Attic!
I embark on this project with great excitement, a touch of humility, and an eagerness to learn and expand my (and maybe even your) knowledge. This blog will focus primarily on baseball history. I do not pretend to be an “expert” on the subject, but rather, I wish to learn more about the topic myself, and to then share that newly-acquired knowledge with you, my readers. I also don’t promise to post about topics in chronological order. If anything, I will bounce all over history like a ground ball over a rocky infield. I may even touch on current events from time to time.
Now a bit about myself: My name is Precious Sanders, I am 28 years old, currently living in Lawrence, Kansas. My dad was a Marine, so I did not grow up in any one place, but I call Kansas City home. I hold a B.A. in English and history and an M.A. in history from Northwest Missouri State University. My master’s thesis, America at the Bat: The Development of Baseball as the National Game During the Gilded Age, is an exploration of the birth of professional baseball — that is, baseball as business.
I grew up a tomboy, playing baseball and football in the backyard with my brothers. We broke windows. We made each other cry. There was blood. In spite of that, we were still out there virtually every day. I played a year of Little League and was the only girl named to the nine-and-ten-year-old All Star team. When we moved to Kansas City, I became a Royals fan, and year after year, I continue to experience the heartbreak of rooting for a team that consistently falls short of a winning record, in spite of all its promise. I played high school softball and was named All-Conference three times and All-District twice. Outside of the diamond, I am a Green Bay Packers fan and I enjoy martial arts, rock music, and South Park.
This blog brings forth a collision of some of my favorite things: baseball, history, and writing. I hope you find it as fun and interesting as I do. Thanks for reading, and don’t forget the Cracker Jack!