Baseball games are like snowflakes and fingerprints, no two are ever alike.

I was lucky to get one good adaptation. Field of Dreams the Musical is lurking in the wings. Hope it will provide my daughters with a ton of money someday.

The Great Gatsby, the finest novel ever written.

Other people get into occupations by accident or design; but writers are born. I could work at selling motels, or slopping hogs, for fifty years, but if someone asked my occupation, I'd say writer, even if I'd never sold a word. Writers write. Other people talk.

Yogi Berra, Bill Lee, they were irreverent, poked fun at the stodgy owners and managers.

My main income came from failed movie and TV options.

After the strike, I lost interest. In reality, neither players nor owners care in the least about the fans. The greed of both factions has destroyed baseball's credibility, at least for the present.