I screwed up last week. I mean, I really, really screwed up. If there were any accountability in my field, I'd have been fired or (at the very least) been given a good rap on the knuckles. Fortunately for me, sportswriters can get away with murder if we occasionally turn a cute phrase and aren't too blatant about stealing each other's ideas. And I have to say, as long as my job's not in jeopardy I sort of enjoy screwing up, because (1) if I didn't screw up I'd be perfect, and that's too heavy a burden, and (2) if I didn't screw up I wouldn't know if anybody's actually paying attention. As I discovered last week, some of you are really, really paying attention.
Anyway, that's probably a lot more than you wanted to know about sports writing (and please don't tell anybody). You want to know how I screwed up. Understood. Putting it most succinctly, here's one of the many, many e-mail messages I received in response to my column about the greatest 3-4 hitter combinations (i.e. Ruth-Gehrig, Mantle-Maris, Ortiz-Ramirez):
Andrew Hutchinson: "I bet you will get a lot of e-mails like this. How can you possibly leave out Willie Mays and Willie McCovey, the heart of the lineup of those great hitting S.F. Giants teams of the '60s?"