I went to the winter meetings. I was worried it would be all about the economics of the game. What follows is a rambling description of how my worries were unfounded.
It rained in San Diego this past Sunday. It never rains in Southern California; I’ve been told that several times on good authority. And yet there I was, crammed into the indoor part of a bar with twenty other baseball people, watching the rain pour down and ruin perfectly good...