And he wrote this. I know a couple people over 80, and I don’t trust them to do … well, anything. Comparing Roger Angell to my grandmas probably doesn’t make much sense, but that’s basically all I have to go off of—and it’s something. The dude’s 91. And his mind is still coming up with stuff like this:
This is where Dickey is right now, and for him the horrendous din of the game and its perpetual, distracting flow of replay and statistics and expertise and P.R. and money and expectation and fatigue have perhaps dimmed, leaving him still in touch with the elegant and, for now, perfectly recallable and repeatable movements of his body and shoulders and the feel of the thing on his fingertips.
Also: R.A. Dickey is apparently a wizard? He basically controls a pitch — the main advantage of which is it’s utter uncontrollableness — as well as I can move the mouse across this screen to click “create post.”
