When four brothers grow up, all playing ball, then all thinking in later years they are the second coming of Gene Mauch, differences of opinion come and go faster than birthdays, father's days, and beautiful nights at the ball park, when you are seated close enought that you can hear the umpire call a third strike, and the third beer was defintely doused with a chemical that makes you a baseball expert.
Sometimes, a brother hits on an opinion that's as good as gold.
That's truer than true. That turns out to be right. Okay, once in a
Trading Placido Polanco (Poly) may go down as one of the worse trades in Phillies history. They received nothing for him, short of a convicted felon who sits in jail...try calling him in the seventh (Ramon, cool it, I'm only kidding).
Brother Tom, when it wasn't popular to say so, said it from the beginning. Mixed in his opinion were words such as stupid, regret, and assnine. So when you are right, right from the beginning, it should, on this father's day, be recognized, to a father who most likely played more games in his backyard with his children, than he did on the diamond, both hard and soft ball. Now that's saying something! I know that because he struck me out with that damn wiffle ball curve more than a few times.
So it be noted and documented.
Now, but here's what I think...