It’s late, very late. I have been putting off writing this story all day, although really I have been putting it off longer than that, ever since I realized that this year would be the last year I wrote any kind of real-time accounting of Edgar Martinez’s ascent towards the Hall of Fame. This is it: this is the last year of eligibility. It’s the final door, the big boss at the end of the level, a 3-2 pitch with two outs in the ninth of an elimination game. Something will happen, or it will not, and that will be the end of this particular chapter.
Edgar Day.
