SHEA STADIUM — INTERIOR — DAY

An OLD SCOUT shuffles to his seat, clipboard in hand, and looks down to find a MONEYBALL GUY with a pocket protector in the seat next to his. The old scout sits down with a theatrical sigh.

OLD SCOUT: Good Lord, it’s you. What’s it gonna be today, egghead? VORP or […]

Speed kills. Not only that, but speed redeems an ughfest like Friday night’s and forgives all manner of yips that would murder you on a more torpid day. Forgives sun- and wind-aided whoopsies by Cairo and Beltran in the field. Forgives the inexplicable case of the goofs by Mientkiewicz on the basepaths (there may a […]

Jose Reyes speaks English way better than I’ll ever string together any of the eight sentences I learned in junior high and high school Spanish. He can answer any question any American reporter throws at him without pausing and the answer always makes sense.

Ask me anything in Spanish and I will tell you the same […]