The 93-year-old Roger Angell, the contemporary “dean of baseball writers,” — at least in my opinion — recently published this bittersweet tale of aging in The New Yorker. Not a lot of baseball at all, but still deserving of your attention.
A bittersweet Angell-ic tale
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