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I inaugurated this journal earlier this week, after writing and editing one elsewhere but experiencing technical hiccups enough to make it hell's headache rather than heaven's exercise. Finding the incumbent terminal a far less arduous maneuver, wishing enough to continue my tiny stake in our baseball conversation, I opened shop here, with a remake/remodel of an essay I had published through the previous terminal.That was "Missing Among The Memorables?" My purpose was enunciating this case: that Major League Baseball, offering the thirty most memorable moments across the game's memory lanes and asking for an isolation of the five paramount, had been...

Missing Among The Memorables?"I never feel more at home in America," wrote Robert Frost (in Sports Illustrated, 1956), "than at a ball game, be it in park or in sandlot. Beyond this I know not. And I dare not." Neither do I. Which is why I take a break from kvetching about the usual kvetchables - All-Star fiascoes, disingenuous owners pushing communication-challenged players to yet another strike, Ted Williams in the deep freeze because he turns out to have raised an avaricious (and maybe elder-abusive) vampire for a son, dubious Yankee bashers (no Yankee fan here, but less bashing and...