The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    If You Can't Say Anything Nice....

    A week or so ago, a cellist named Dan Cho, a young husband and father who also covered soccer for a few publications in his spare time, drowned in Lake Geneva. I did not know him, but his death has moved me almost as much as his music has. From what I know of him, his shirt life was filled with beauty and he gave me something that will be with me for many years to come.

    He often played with a man named Kaoru Ishabashi



    and the other night K (as he is called) sang to Dan




    If, on the other hand, you want to mourn the person most responsible for the greed which has so badly hurt the game I love, whose desire to win at all costs ruined the fairness and level playing field which made our game what it was and should be, who personified the greed and selfishness which sadly pervades our country, then your humanity is subject to question. He was not "a great owner" or a great anything. If after being suspended twice by major league baseball (once for making illegal campaign contributions to Nixon, and the other time for trying to ruin the career of a real Hall of Famer, Dave Winfield) I will never walk into the Hall of Fame again.