Originally Posted by
Benny Profane
Baseball was godfawful just for his choices of talking heads. I wanted to Elvis my TV set when Dolores Kearns Goodwin was there telling me how she used to go to Brooklyn Dodgers games with daddy for the fifth time. What the fuck? What did she have to do with anything? Christ, look behind the podium every summer at the HOF induction speech, and there's maybe thirty players who are the best of the best in the sport. Interview them, for gods sake, not her. Or, owners and even locker room managers who are still alive. So much history they could tell. But, we got Billy Crystal, Stephen Jay Gould, fucking George Will (who made this guy an expert on baseball?), and Arthur Ashe (um, wrong sport, Ken). Shit, I could have done a better interview. And there was too much black people got screwed (duh), and too little cocaine and rock and roll and speed and booze, which was seriously the day to day life for even top players for a few decades. Snooze fest.
Come to think of it, he could of found a better lineup of writers to interview for Hemingway. If Shelby Foote was still alive, he probably would have tapped him for the fifth time.