In baseball, democracy shines its clearest. The only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rule book. And color, merely something to distinguish one team's uniform from another's.
Choosing my favorite moment in journalism would be like picking a favorite among my children. I can't pick one favorite.
There is no mistaking the dismay on the face of a writer who has just heard that his brain child is a deformed idiot.

