Sorry.
Among the 140 emails I’ve gotten in the last 36 hours about Josh Hamilton are two that suggested I mailed it in, by offering a measly one photograph and one word in the immediate wake of one of the great baseball moments of the last however-many regular seasons.
One photograph and one word, while piles of talk show segments and stacks of network packages and dozens of stories with thousands of words went into full assault on the issue of how much Hamilton will be paid after this year, and for how long, and by whom, and how smart or foolish it will be.
One photograph and one word was all I could scare up.
Sorry about that.
No I’m not.
