Whether on a blog or in the bleachers, always a pleasure to be part of this tandem. Happy birthday to my chronicling partner who, at 39, still rightfully refuses to take on disagreeable identities in Wiffle Ball games with his kid [1]. Now that’s what I call a role model.
Sorry there’s no game today, but at least you can enjoy a day free of cringing at the sight of spray-hitting second basemen contractually obligated to remain actively under your skin when you’re 42.