Installments

It occurs to me that the failings of my past blogs was due to my not having anything to write about. Or, more to the point, not having anything remotely interesting to write about. I can only go to the "I Played FreeCell at Work Today" well so often.

To remedy this, I've decided to install the first of many installments (hence the name) that will hopefully amuse and inspire reader commentary. There will be the requisites, e.g. "Desert Island Albums" and "Marry Bang Kill," as well as the new classics: "Baseball's Greatest 'Staches".

This one came up last night with Timmy Sondreal in town. We will, in our winter years, open a bar in which the only wall hangings are framed photographs of moustachioed ballplayers. More on Tim at a later date (when he shares the photos he took), but one quick note: he had a date within 30 minutes of landing at San Francisco International Airport. Kavorka.

That being said, on with the show. I only vaguely recall this guy, but I recall with startling clarity his hairy horseshoe.


You are encouraged to offer suggestions or, God willing, links to some of your favorites. Rollie Fingers is too easy, and Ingrid: Jack Morris' is a given.