Whatever else I do before finally I go to my grave, I hope it will not be looking after young people.

And then came the nineties, when management, suddenly frightened that they had ceded control to the players, sought to restore baseball's profitability by 'running the game like a business.'

Pursuing employment or climatic relief, we live in voluntary exile from our extended families and our longer past, but in an involuntary exile from ourselves and our own past.

But the dream is never forgotten, only put aside and never out of reach: Where once the dream connected boys with the world of men, now it reconnects men with the spirit of boys.

I'd just like to see - in writing about baseball - more energy and better craft, minus statistical bludgeoning and invective.

This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to return to one's home and family.

I think that much of this was running in background as I contemplated whether or not to attend the PS 99 reunion, although I certainly anticipated that I would not; it smelled like death, not youth.