Cracking down on high-tech sign-stealing. Leo Durocher, call your office, wherever you are . . .
No one was harder on the pioneering Dodger legend than Newcombe himself.
. . . and make chumps out of other so-called small market teams crying poverty while pocketing yummy dollars before the first Opening Day ump yells "Play ball!"
The commissioner thinks there's no such thing as a tanking team. The first three words of the previous sentence are wrong.
Tony Gwynn and Ted Williams were friends. And batted six points apart lifetime. But who was really better?
Commemorating baseball's literary rebels, pitchers Jim Brosnan and Jim Bouton, and the seasons of their iconic first books.
. . . that his direct, open defiance---even on the "openers" issue---doesn't get him run out of San Francisco post haste.