I’m off to Puerto Rico. Hopefully you’ll get your US RDA of reactionary, pinko commie liberalism from the Kevins. And hopefully I’ll come back with a picture like this. Except that I hate Guinness, and it will likely be a Mojito instead.
I am still well under the weather, but I wanted to mention this. Yesterday, baseball announced that a collection of scholars assembled to recognize Negro League and Pre-Negro League contributors to baseball had inducted seventeen people into the Baseball Hall of Fame. Buck O’Neil was not among them. That is inexcusable. Buck O’Neil had a great, if not necessarily Hall of Fame playing career, but his involvement with baseball did not stop there. O’Neal was the first Black scout in MLB, he was the first Black coach in MLB, and he was tireless in his efforts to garner the Negro League players the recognition they deserved. It is not an exaggeration to say that the reason MLB has embraced the Negro Leagues, at long last, is because of Buck O’Neil. His contribution to baseball has been greater than almost anyone currently in the Hall. Keeping him out is inexcusable.
Royalty was like dandelions. No matter how many heads you chopped off, the roots were still there underground, waiting to spring up again.
It seemed to be a chronic disease. It was as if even the most intelligent person had this little blank spot in their heads where someone had written: "Kings. What a good idea." Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw. It was its tendency to bend at the knees.
-- Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
