Saturday, June 7, 2014

"He was a baseball figure from an earlier time: enchantingly familiar, tough and enduring, stuffed with plays and at-bats and statistics and anecdotes and wisdom accrued from tens of thousands of innings. Baseball stays on and on, unchanged, or so we used to think as kids, and Zimmer, sitting there, seemed to be telling us yes, you’re right, and see you tomorrow."

The New Yorker weighs in on Zim.

1 comment:

Jared said...

Thanks for posting this beautiful piece by Roger Angell, now ninety years old and headed this summer for the sportswriters' wing of the Baseball Hall of Fame. For any of you who have missed his decades of writings about baseball for The New Yorker, the best place to start is his 1972 classic collection of essays, The Summer Game: