I couldn't wait. There I sat in my usual booth at the corner coffee shop. Time . . . 5:48 a.m., the day after Jim Murray had been inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame. Surely, this will be his greatest column, his moment of glory.
Hold it, the mood isn't quite right. I'll wait for my cup of coffee to arrive. Better read about the Dodgers first. What's their problem, can't they win at home?
Now . . . ? Not yet, better wait for the toast, let the anticipation build. Let's see how the Angels did? I don't believe it, they won another one. What's this world coming to? Coffee's here, toast is here, she knows I hate strawberry jam, better wait for grape . . .
Over the years, Jim Murray has made me laugh, cry and understand why there's more to a man than just the words, "He got bombed again, having lost his fifth in a row."