The year was 1990. I was 27.
It was a year of transition.
I know, everybody says that about every year. It’s the kind of title NFL Films gives perpetually crappy teams for their highlight reels: Arizona Cardinals…A Year of Transition.
But it was. 1990 was unlike any year in the life.
It was the year I moved out [...]
This is the exciting conclusion of 1990. Part I appears in a previous post.
We hung and we clung and still had a shot at the top rung as August wound down. The Mets went out and got the damn Tommy Herr for the stretch drive. A catcher named Charlie O’Brien, too (Mackey Sasser hadn’t been [...]
Another chance to disapprove
Remember when our biggest problem was Victor Diaz taking an extra base with a 17-run lead? Me neither. It's 15 of 18 following Thursday's matinee performance. 15 of 18 what need not be specified. Like Oprah requires no last name (or Sondheim requires no first), our losing is that beloved a recognized [...]