If I become nostalgic over the great New York Times sportswriter Joe Durso, it’s because I can actually remember reading his baseball stories regularly from the time I was an adolescent until his death in 2004. That was a stretch of roughly forty to forty five years, when Durso was a household name during the latter half of a golden age of New York sportswriting. Once upon a time every major New York daily, including the Journal-American, the Mirror, the World Telegram, the Post, the Herald Tribune, the Forvitz (Forward, the city’s Yiddish newspaper), and the Times had its star writer.
Book Review: The Days of Mr. McGraw By Joseph Durso
