He spent his life perched in the corner of the Dodgers’ press box, behind a Staples Center press table, on a dugout bench, in a locker-room scrum, squarely in the middle of the Los Angeles sports landscape.
But for all of his 32 years on the job, Joe Resnick wondered if anybody knew he was there.
He was a sportswriter for the Associated Press, but he wasn’t. He was paid by the story, not a full-time staffer, unable to land a secure position despite writing hundreds of stories a year.
He was a baseball writer, but he wasn’t.