As a new day begins in New York, the sun sets in Hawaii.
Well, David Eckstein, like most of us, has 20 digits. Ten fingers. Ten toes.
Good habits are as easy to form as bad ones.
When Steve and I die, we are going to be buried in the same cemetery, 60-feet 6-inches apart.
I remember one time going out to the mound to talk with Bob Gibson. He told me to get back behind the batter; that the only thing I knew about pitching was that it was hard to hit!
One thing about ground balls: they don't go out of the ballpark.