Baseball doesn’t need a world “classic,” I wrote four years ago.
And thus the phone rang that morning, and it was Fort Worth’s Mr. Baseball, Bobby Bragan. The always-invigorating Bragan, who passed away in 2010, was calling to tell me that he had enjoyed my column about the then-upcoming World Baseball Classic.
He liked it so much, in fact, Bragan said, that he had emailed it to his old friend, baseball commissioner Bud Selig — the founding father of the WBC.
I winced. And what did the commissioner say about the column, I asked?
“He said it stunk,” Bragan flatly reported.