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I knew something was missing all these years. I never had a fall guy. Think of all the rowdy shenanigans I could have created at those sports writer parties while debating fantasy drafts.
A few years ago when I was waiting to catch a plane in Kansas City, my brother-in-law took me to the site of old Municipal Stadium, after which we had lunch at Arthur Bryant’s barbecue just down the street. Then it was on to the Negro Leagues Hall of Fame on East 18th Street.
A stench emanating from field level at Cashman Field wasn’t the smell of the 51s falling out of first place on the home stand that ended Saturday night. It was the smell of sewers backing up near both dugouts.
He would glance at the scoreboard and watch the seconds tick away, never stopping when the whistle blew or a pass fell incomplete, never pausing to suggest an ounce of competitiveness had snuck into the contest.
If the baseball season ended today, the Chicago Cubs would be firmly in the playoffs. And now comes news the Washington Generals have folded.
Kent Baer would be smart to remind those UNLV football players he now coaches that you can’t begin the next chapter of your life by continuing to read the last one. One can only take so many horror stories.
Until recently, Jim Tomsula was an unknown defensive line coach, and it’s not going to be easy going from the trenches to the spotlight. The team he’s coaching is declining, so that makes it tougher.
Legacy is a term more often used with politicians. They are conscious as to how history will view them after they leave office.