Category: Yo Ivanhoe

Really, all he wanted was to fill pages, to spill ink across the lines, to blow through as many pens and as many lines and pages and empty black books as he possibly could. He hoped that somehow, in the trickle and torrent of words he might stumble into something that seemed like…the way it…

There are plenty of things you whippersnappers take for granted that were nothing but dreams and mysteries to those of us who were responsible for digging up so many of the early answers. We had to get to the bottom of all manner of monkey business, and to say that we had limited resources at…

Where is it you find yourself? Right here. Might I ask you to be more specific? On the floor, surrounded by records, books, and baseball things. Baseball things? Yes, books, mitts, that sort of thing. You say ‘surrounded’ –are there in fact a great many of these things? Yes, a great many indeed. Do you…

I’ve agreed to this nonsense with the utmost reluctance, and if you studied the conditions of our arrangement that Zellar outlined below I think you’ll agree that I drive a hard bargain. Even so, I can’t pronounce myself satisfied. If I live to be fifty it’s not likely you’ll hear me pronounce myself satisfied. There…

What a voice and what a way with words this old man I met today had. He was out for a stroll –on a lark, he said, just trying to stay loose and keep the juices jangling. Nice day for that sort of thing. I hadn’t seen him around the neighborhood before. He sounded like…

That was better. Much better. Thank you. I must say, I’m quite looking forward to the exciting, season-long sideburn war between Juan Rincon and Joe Mauer. Be careful with those razors, fellas, and may the most virile man win. And speaking of facial hair, did you see that whispy, demonic monstrosity dangling from Scott Spiezio’s…