It was with a measure of confidence that today, in the break room, you attested: “That Rudy Pemberton. He was just a ballplayer.”
About this — in addition to your callow belief in a better tomorrow — you were horribly wrong …
Sure, the image above shows Rudy Pemberton in professional action, but what of the disembodied spectral presence, the one whose soft, Olan Mills edges suggest a man of a poet’s dimension and discontent? He hovers about your assumptions like a reproving moon.
You owe Rudy Pemberton an apology.
(This piece originally appeared at FanGraphs. It has since been revised and made even worse, probably.)