Plenty of Hits, Chasing a Dream, The New Guy

Today is game two of a three-game set against Lansing. The TinCaps rattled of a season-high-tying 16 hits last night, something they hadn’t done since April 20th.

In today’s TinCaps Report Podcast, I talk with Tyler Stubblefield, who returned yesterday from a 10-day stint on the disabled list. He tells us what it’s like to get hit in the cheek with a fastball, and what he thinks the TinCaps need to do to make the playoffs for a fourth straight season:


Here’s a story you’ve got to read. It’s about Malachi Moore, a 21-year-old from Compton, California, who is trying to make his way up the umpiring ranks of professional baseball. He comes from a dangerous neighborhood, his brother was shot and killed when they were younger and Malachi is trying to find his way through a difficult profession. Here’s an excerpt from the story:

“The story begins in the little green house with bars on the windows on an East Compton street a local gang claims to own. Malachi is 13 years old, and his brother, Nehemiah, is 16.

During the day, the occasional sound of semiautomatic rounds cuts through the smog. At night, the boys take shelter on bunk beds under posters of Kobe Bryant dunking over Sean Elliott and skying high above Vlade Divac’s beard.

They’ll wait for the muffled rattle of the first police helicopter, the “ghetto bird” that begins its buzzing as soon as the sun vanishes into the Pacific by the rich ‘hoods a 20-minute drive and so many worlds away.

The boys have already watched “Boyz n the Hood” too many times to count, and they know to not even think about what might happen if they venture out after sunset into that vast expanse of cracked concrete, where the lurkers do their bidding near rows of boarded-up, graffiti-laden storefronts and under the crusty marquees of long-closed movie theaters that have become churches. You just don’t do it. That’s where you can be picked off for nothing more than a perceived glare or the wrong color FUBU shirt.

They listen to their mother, Neva. They shoot baskets across the street with their 13-year-old cousin and next-door neighbor, Little Marc, until they lose track of time, but when the streetlights spark to life under a scarlet sky, they know it’s time to hurry home for dinner.”

It’s very well-written and worth the 25 or 30 minutes it will take you to read it.


I’d like to take a moment to congratulate a good friend of mine, Joel Godett, on becoming the new voice of Ball State athletics. I know a lot of TinCaps fans will be either heading to Muncie this fall and winter to watch football and basketball, or listening to Joel on the radio, and I promise you will like what you hear.

Joel graduated college a year ahead of me at Syracuse, and is one of the hardest working guys I’ve met in the business. He’s a smart, funny guy who has a great passion for sports. He’s presently the voice of the Myrtle Beach Pelicans, a Rangers affiliate in South Carolina, and it looks like he’ll be headed to Muncie real soon.

I look forward to welcoming him to Indiana, and I hope you enjoy listening to him in his inaugural season.


I heard this song playing during batting practice yesterday, and instantly knew it would be making its way to the blog.

Evan and Jaron…take it away!

If you’d like to get in touch, you can reach me at or on Twitter @MikeCouzens.

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