If you click here (or here), you can read Joe Posnanski* on Carlton Fisk's recent comments on steroids and how things are far more complicated than most people want them to be.
* A lot of people think Pos is the best thing that has happened to the sportswriting biz in a long, long time. Maybe they are right, but their opinions seem a bit over the top**. Don't get me wrong, I think he's great, both in quality and quantity. His progressive ideas, deep understanding of history, and willingness to truly think, both before he writes and right there on the page/screen, set him miles apart from his contemporaries. Like Bill James, he is far more interested in having a conversation than telling you "this is how it is". Yet reading his blog, I always feel like he should have gone through the post one more time, tightened it up, fixed the typos, etc.***.
** Has anyone read his book on the Big Red Machine? More people have probably read his Buck O'Neil book. I really liked the BRM excerpt in SI and will probably buy the paperback.
*** But when I read his stuff, it makes me want to write. After I read his Christmas story, besides thinking, damn, that was great, I felt like writing my own I-delivered-newspapers-as-a-kid post****. I didn't do it -- but I did think about it, and I remembered one evening while collecting payment, one guy, somehow my last name came up, and he asked me if I was related to Merle Wood and I said yes (this was in a senior housing complex, so he was likely asking about my father's father, though my father also had the same first name) and this guy got really angry and told me (I wish I could remember the exact quote) how he *hated* him. This guy wasn't the most pleasant guy anyway, but he said it with real disgust. And even now, 30 years later, I wonder what was behind that comment.*****
**** And maybe that is the best compliment I can give about Posnanski's writing, or anyone's writing, for that matter. He makes me think -- and he makes me want to write.
***** Guy's name was Howard Dudley. Whitcomb Woods, Essex Junction, Vermont. Any relatives out there? :>)