The 35th Street Review

When sportswriting gets in its own way.

Hype and hyperbole in the form of staggered heavy metal and awkward front office transactions. Part one in a series.

In which we offer up a few words to mark the dawn of someone else’s Joe Crede era.

In which the author pontificates on half-hearted lineups, progress, and the impending ugliness over there at third base.

Up is down, left is right and Kyle Lohse is going to have a season for the ages.

An A/B comparison of questionable free agent signings.