It is well known that the older a man grows, the faster he could run as a boy.
Dying is no big deal. Living is the trick.
Baseball is a dull game only for those with dull minds.
In entertainment value, the Democratic clambake usually lays it over the Republican conclave like ice cream over parsnips.
Any sportswriter who thinks the world is no bigger than the outfield fence in not only a bad citizen, but also a lousy sportswriter.
Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.