Was reading an excellent essay, which I’ll get to later, and blowing through random songs on my iTunes playlist when one of those serendipitous moments occurred and I was thinking about Ray Fosse just as the Baseball Project’s song “Past Time” was playing.
The line — which is just part of the beautiful and haunting and Petty-at-his-best-like meandering and ponderous song — hit the speakers just as I was googling pictures of Ray Fosse so here he is.
We all know the main, tragic story line. What I didn’t know is that Fosse tied for 23rd in MVP voting in 1970 (Boog Powell won that year).
This article appears in Apr 8-14, 2009.
