I’m all in.

Even in rougher waters. Especially then, maybe.

This is a baseball story. Mine, at least.

In a minute. First, some context.

I thought I’d written the Mavs off. What they did to me 15 months ago was not the same as Neftali Feliz throwing a 1-2 pitch that David Freese could get his arms extended on, or even in the same category as Ron Washington’s regrettable tactical failure. The basketball team executed a measured butchery, with time and opportunity to reconsider, or at least consult internally, if not shop things around externally — all eschewed by an overmatched, under-qualified man who’d been handed the reins and turned disastrously loose.

But, with a stroke of lottery luck that was nearly as impossible to believe and then, this week, an inspired hire, I’ve walked back through the door I’d left unlocked.

I was eagerly awaiting my friend Bob Sturm’s take on the arrival of Masai Ujiri as Dallas’s new Team President, and it didn’t disappoint. What I didn’t necessarily expect was a passage in it that fed a Rangers story, this story, that I’d been writing in my head the last few days with plans to sit at a keyboard when I had the chance.