Some people celebrate Opening Day by going out to the ballpark. On those rare occasions when the bug bites me, I reach for something written about the national pastime. This year that was Frank Deford‘s near-roman-à-clef about the travails of an A-Rod-like superstar, his improbable manager and their team, the Cleveland Indians.
But before I get to the book allow me a little latitude. Not-as-widely-read-as-I-think-I-ought-to-be, I risk a big misstatement here Continue reading