But now it’s summer, at least from the academic's point of view. There’s serious procrastinating to be done. And so perhaps I’ll make my way back here from time to time to leaven all the seriousness with a bit of, as described on my faculty profile, good-natured japery. Maybe I’ll even talk about the, you know, law a little bit. Possibly a hint of philosophy. Probably not politics.
For now, though, let me direct your attention elsewhere. It is, as I mentioned, summer. (I feel compelled to emphasize that because, here in Wisconsin, we are not entirely sure of it yet. There’s still a nip in the morning air, and rumor has it there might still be ice floating around some of the lakes up north.) Summer, of course, means baseball. There can’t always be baseball on the radio. Sometimes you have to go read about it. If that’s the sort of thing you enjoy, you really ought to be reading Joe Posnanski. Dude can flat out write. He’s got a blog. He’s also written a tremendously enjoyable book about Buck O’Neil. You should read it. I’d let you borrow my copy, but then you wouldn’t return it and I’d be bothered by that and would eventually mention it and you’d say “didn’t I give that back to you?” and our acquaintanceship would be irretrievably broken because I’m the sort of person who takes books very seriously. So you’ll just have to buy your own.