Maybe I’m bats, but daily I lose what respect I had for the thieves, embezzlers, boondogglers, ambulance chasers, and assorted miscreants that run professional baseball. And there hasn’t been much for a very long time...
I once had the opportunity to speak at some length with Bill Veeck, after he gave a lecture at the Community House in west suburban Hinsdale. I was maybe 15 or 16 years old — I’m too lazy to look up the exact date but I only lived there for a year and a half so it has to fall in that period.