“A lesson on impermanence from a ruined baseball”

My new Unclutterer.com post has been published. A lesson on impermanence:

 “My dog, an oft-naughty Boston Terrier named Batgirl, recently taught me an important lesson about clinging to clutter, attachment, and the real value of memories. How?

She ruined an irreplaceable baseball that I loved.”

Read the full story. Reduce clutter, retain memories and remember what’s important. Spoiler: it’s not “stuff.”

And keep your baseballs away from the damn dog.

At Bat 2012 now available baseball fans!

The first iOS app I ever fell in love with, Major League Baseball’s At Bat (free, universal) is now available for 2012. A new baseball season brings a new pricing structure. This year, the app is free to download with three tiers of functionality, available via in-app purchase.

Tier one  – $14.99 annually

  1. Pitch FX (the pitch-by-pitch calling)
  2. Game Day Audio (I love this feature – listen to your team’s home radio announcers, even when traveling)
  3. Stats
  4. Highlights
  5. Live Look-ins (video)
  6. Condensed Games and video library archive
  7. Free live game of the day

Tier two – $2.99 monthly

Same as the above, but available to iOS customers only.

Tier three – MLB.TV subscribers

All features are free for MLB.TV subscribers (just confirm your account details), plus live video broadcasts of select pre-season games.

I’ll opt for the one-time fee of $14.99. At Bat is a fantastic app. Go, Sox!

Major League Baseball Opening Day 2011

People will come, Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won’t mind if you look around, you’ll say. It’s only $20 per person. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack.

And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces.

People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh…people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.

Play ball.