“Baseball is not necessarily an obsessive-compulsive disorder, like washing your hands 100 times a day, but it’s beginning to seem that way. We’re reaching the point where you can be a truly dedicated, state-of-the-art fan or you can have a life.” — Thomas Boswell
WASHINGTON – I’m back.
I was gone for a while.
I used to be a baseball wonk — couldn’t devour enough box scores.
The Elias Book of Baseball Stats was my leisure reading.
The strike of ’94 and the cancellation of the postseason and World Series did me in. I won’t bore you with all the great storylines that were buried under the ugly, green tarp of that strike.
I didn’t completely disappear. My, then-love for the Orioles and Cal Ripken kept my toe in the batter’s box, but I went into a deep slump after the Yankees swept the Orioles in the ’96 ALCS. (Seriously Richie Garcia – how do you screw up that call?)