About Brian Legentil

I’ve been called a few things in my day. Renegade. Stone cold badass. Ramblin’ boy of pleasure. Those are examples of what I’ve never been called. More accurate descriptions would be: Nerdy, loud, tired, film snob, procrastinator. I’m a 21 year old from New Jersey and in the midst of transferring colleges. After realizing I can’t write a song, hate music recording, and don’t have the ideas and tools needed to be a film maker, falling into an English BA makes sense. I love writing, though I’m not very good at it, I still try to occupy my time by writing album and concert reviews over at punknews.org. I wanted to create this blog as another outlet for my thoughts on film and music (I’m thinking that would be my “hook” for discussion) but of course I’ll focus mostly on baseball. I hope to watch every baseball movie I can find and write mediocre reviews of them here, complete with trivia and other interesting notes regarding the movie. Since this is a sports blog, I should probably note that my athletic ability is non-existent (I can only do 9 pushups before I feel like my arms are going to snap in half) but I can play a mean game of wiffle ball and I fancy myself as a bit of a bowler.

My Baseball Biography:
Like most people, I became a fan of the team I grew up with: The New York Yankees. Being from Paramus, NJ, that was the norm. I remember the 1996 season vividly when I was 8 years old, climaxing as I was jumping up and down on my dad’s bed in his studio apartment when they took Game 6 from the Braves. I followed the Yankees through the 1999 season but started to lose interest in baseball. My affection was waning as they kept winning the World Series with ease. Film and music started occupying my time, not to mention being a street punk, a breed much more likely to be found drinking in the alleyways of Manhattan than at a baseball game.

Then came one late night in the winter of 2003. I was going through one of my bouts of insomnia when YES was showing a Yankees classic at 3 in the morning: Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS. Granted, I’m not sure if something a few months old can be considered classic, but I can’t argue with their logic now. I watched the entire game and was hooked. Again. Just like in 1996. I fell back in love with the magic of baseball and began to watch Yankees baseball fervently. Slowly, I began to take in the history of the game, and now I consider myself more of a baseball fan than a Yankee fan, but with my ardent nostalgia for them I don’t think I could root for another team as passionately.