Mar 22, 2012

Thoughts that grab your attention: nostalgia

Always original Bill James on baseball, internet, prisons and more
Ah, those were the days; syphilis could be cured and AIDS hadn't started yet. Boobies could be assumed to be natural, and condoms were only sold in the bathrooms of service stations. You could walk up to the gate of Fenway Park 10 minutes before game time and buy a ticket behind the dugout, where you were guaranteed to be seated next to some loud, drunken idiot screaming at Carlton Fisk about his mother. You think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not; I went to 40 major league games in 1982, and I was seated within 15 feet of a loud, drunken fan every game

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