Well friends, I won’t waste your time with flashy intros. I’m finally ready to lay all the pieces out for the world to see. Let’s start with the details of the deed: The culprit was not an athlete, but has a strict
“*Sniff* *Sniff*…I smell a rat.” — Jack Nicholson “The Departed” Firstly reader, I would like to address my brief hiatus from giving you your bi-monthly dose of bat info. I admit I went slightly off the rails, but as you can tell
Faithful reader, I have to pause our usual noble quest for truth and allow myself to come clean. How can I expect to find the truth if I cannot be truthful with myself? If you’ll let me, the burden of this project
Here we are again. Before we dive into the grit of what I’ve found for you about this crime, let us first discuss truth. Truth is a funny thing. Philosophers have long questioned how we find truth, how we know things to
It was a rainy week in December of 2016, definitely not good baseball weather. It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. The clock struck four and people shuffled out of their seminars and to their respective activities, maybe going