When MLB offered to let DC pay to have them play, Mayor Williams was fixated. He would be the mayor who returned baseball to the nation's capital after 33 years.
I discount Ann Coulter, who's as much of a caricature as the left's Eric Alterman.
While it's true that Pedro isn't the pitcher he was in 1999 and 2000, that's a silly standard to hold him to. In those years he was better than Lefty Grove, Bob Gibson, Sandy Koufax, Roger Clemens, Tom Seaver, and Greg Maddux were in their best seasons.
Did anyone believe that Bonds' late-career accomplishments were the result of a strenuous workout regimen? Of course not, yet many of the same writers who voted him NL MVP for the past four years are now bellowing for an asterisk.
You'll forgive me, I hope, for finding the image of a macho, tattooed Giambi fretting over the prospect of lingerie purchases blackly comic.
Of course, Ron Artest and his teammates should not have gone into the stands, but their actions were hardly unprecedented. Baseball's history is full of such events, from Ty Cobb's infamous assault on a double amputee who'd been heckling him, to the Wrigley Field fracas four years ago that saw 16 Dodgers suspended for brawling with loutish fans after one of them seized catcher Chad Kreuter's cap.
It is a measure of Bonds's greatness that he has overcome a decades-old tradition. It is also, a bit perversely, a measure of how little respect there is for his greatness that it is pointed to at every opportunity, as if the world would otherwise miss it.
This was a devastating loss that will justifiably live in infamy in New York history, but the form it took shouldn't detract from the fact that it proved what was already known: These teams were quite nearly equal, but the Red Sox were slightly better.
When watching him, fanciful tall tales about old Negro Leaguers who could strike out whole teams full of Hall of Famers on a bet seem credible: If you told their exploits to a fan who had never heard of either Rivera or Hernandez, would he believe you?
The more sophisticated baseball research gets, the more the teams commissioning that research come to look like the Atlanta Braves.
The Red Sox are as good as any playoff team at both scoring runs and preventing them. The Sox also possess every small advantage one might like to see in a postseason favorite, from proven money pitchers like Schilling and Martinez to the tactical flexibility provided by a good bench stocked with hitters and fielders.
No longer would college football teams have places set aside for young men who can be kicked off their teams and deprived of money to be in school because they want to take afternoon lab classes that conflict with the times of their practices.
With conflicted ownership, a functionally impotent general manager, scouts with ill-defined portfolios agitating for absurd trades, and influential veteran players, the Mets' indecisiveness is not the result of one man's flaws.
Beltre will be a free agent after this season; he represents a challenge perhaps unseen in the free agency era.
There are more important things for a hitter to do than avoiding striking out. Hitting for power and getting on base are first among them. Adam Dunn is among the best in the game at both.
This weekend saw a return to the Steve Phillips era, with the Mets braying over the acquisition of mediocre veterans.
He is a living refutation of the cult of athleticism and he makes nearly all other ballplayers look completely insignificant by comparison.
The victorious Red Sox proved yet again that they're a better team than the Yankees, by which I mean that they're more likely to win the World Series.
Baseball is a cold business. Most players have no control over where they and their families will live and who they will work for and with; those who have earned such control have every right to use it without their character being questioned.
The vindication of the men Mr. Schwarz writes about, and whose work languished in obscurity for decades, is complete.