Babe is, even as we speak, composing his own piece (to publish at
The Polo Grounds) in a couple of hours. And, yes, I plan to post it up here on the FREEP. 'Tis a dirty job, but
someone has to blow away the smoke, the shuck and jive, and the fires that baseball's mandarins can't resist dousing with gasoline while accusing the gas makers of arson.
We try every way we can do to kill this game, but for some reason nothing nobody does never hurts it. Sparky Anderson, call your office. Club Bud is doing its damnedest to make a liar out of you.