If you know me, you know I don't care a whit about robots replacing umpires, or instant replay, or anything else you want to change about baseball. But we've got to get live transcription of umpire fights, stat.—JS
The author's remembrance of the time she met Hall of Fame manager Earl Weaver serves as a hopeful example of the best-case scenario for getting to greet the famous people we admire most.—BK
This summary of everything Pete Rose says and does in his new TLC reality show is almost enjoyable enough to convince me to watch it... but nah.—BK
Clearly they're saving their votes for the year that Arli$$ becomes eligible for induction.
There has been many a column written in the less than 24 hours since the Baseball Hall of Fame voting results were revealed, but this one might be the best.—BK
"I've been told I have a problem. A psychiatrist once said that I gambled in order to escape the reality of life. I told him that's why everybody does everything. But he had a point."—JM
It's possible we were drinking at the time.
This was giddy fun anyway, but I knew I was destined to post it here when I read this part: "Life consists of little things; the important matter is to see them largely."—JS
While the title irks me, the Manners Cop described in this article is exactly me. The anxieties and challenges of that role have never been so expertly catalogued.—JS
Meaty interview with Albert Brooks. The good news: he's working on another book right now. The bad news: he's not working on another film right now.—BK
Leitch feels steroids and sabermetrics are sucking the joy out of the Hall of Fame voting process, killing what used to be the most fun debate in sports. I agree.—BK