The Powerline Baseball League 2018 schedule is still being worked on by league officials but the first month has been posted subject to change.
The league posted this tweet (below) with some info about the forming schedule. The league officially welcomed the Camrose Axemen from the NCABL and the Edmonton Expos to round out a league of nine teams for a 14-game schedule and by the sounds of it, a wildcard game for the playoffs – still awaiting details on that front – but it sounds like a 4 vs. 5 play-in game perhaps?
More details to come as the schedule and league info is finalized.
UPDATED: The league meeting is now set on Thursday, March 15 at 7 p.m. in the Tofield Arena.
As with every February and March murmurs of expansion and contraction fill the email boxes.
Multiple teams, both near Edmonton, and Camrose have expressed interest, but it’s hard to know at this point what will come to fruition.
Although nothing is very sure at the moment rumours of the old Camrose Midget team, Beaumont and an Edmonton team have reached out various parties within the league.
The league has been burned, although not recently, by teams entering the league and then leaving. That results in the famous exit of the Chipman Crackerjacks, which the league then toyed with the idea for an expansion security deposit in case teams left the league early in their first couple of seasons.
Since then, however, successful expansions in Armena, Holden and Leduc have all taken place with no bounty added. Even Beaumont at least finished the season before pulling the plug after four years.
The spring meeting is around the corner and should answer some of these questions. Until then, we wait in the cold and wonder.
She was also the biggest baseball fan I knew. She had to have watched more than 10,000 Red Sox games while only attending a few. Growing up near Detroit, Mich., my dad always tells the story of the lady who dumped her popcorn all over a bunch of Tiger fans when the Red Sox hit a HR at Tiger’s stadium.
Today, I remember her love of me and the game. I wrote this ditty below for a university class a few years ago. I know you all have stories of what got you into the game. And many of us, too, have dads, mums, and yes even grandmas who loved the game.
I’ll forever remember her. My fondest memories included eating her staples: fish chowder, Swedish meatballs and goulash. And most of all, I’ll remember sitting in Fenway next to her when Tom Brunansky caught that game-winning, AL-East-clinching catch in right field.
Today – I think of baseball. And I also think of you. Remember how special the game is boys. Until next year, drink up. I’m having an MGD now thinking of you Grammy. RIP grammy.
Here’s my dad and I at Fenway Park when I was 5- or 6-years-old. We went to more than 80 games those two years. My favourite players were Wade Boggs, Dewey Evans, Mike Greenwell, Ellis Burks, Spike Owens and Oil Can Boyd.
I had a Roger Clemens glove.
You think my dad was some kind of rich guy with fancy seats or something? No. He worked three jobs. He joined the military and got us in to all those games for $6 each. Standing room. I never knew that. There were always empty seats back then at the park along Yawkey Way.
What kid wouldn’t love baseball after living at Fenway part time? It was still baseball back then. Before the roids. Before the millions of dollars and before skyboxes and every game was on TV.
We’d get watered down cola and a sports BAWR for $3.
Here’s me before a game for Author’s Market. Minor League champs 1990 – the year before we left New England as Dad was transferred to Great Falls, Montana.
I never stopped playing baseball. But playing for the Air Force Base team sucked. I started to hate baseball. And like any true half-Canadian. I played hockey. Here’s me in 2001 winning a Jr. B provincial championship with the Edmonton Royals.
I finished playing and did some reffing. In some crazy-ass American places. Here’s me breaking up some punks in Topeka, Kansas.
And every summer I would come back to play while at university in the States. I loved the game again. So when I moved back to Edmonton, it was back to Armena blue for me.
I even got my wife to take interest in some baseball games. She should. She’s American. She looks pretty hot here, eh?
And here’s my brother-in-law and I in Kansas City. 115 degrees F at first pitch. Yeah, we like baseball.
Why baseball? Because this game is passed down. And I’m passing it down to my son soon. He might not like to watch as much because the game isn’t what it used to be. But he’ll love to play as much as my dad and I did and do.
The stats. The sights. The sounds. The green grass. Picking up a hot grounder and flicking it to first or smacking a double to the gap. If you haven’t felt that before, I feel for you. It’s an amazing feeling.
If you have. You know why baseball. You know why life is like baseball. Lots of failures. Lots of frustration and mistakes, but one day, when it doesn’t seem possible, you do something amazing for the team – on your own. And you’ll never love anything more, than to get out there and try it again.
Yeah. Me. My dad. My mom. My grandmother. All were at this game.