I read this column years ago and happened upon it this week. It is so brilliant, simple, perfect.
It rings of the glory of Jim Murray, a man I never met but felt like I knew. It makes me remember the words he wrote and where I was when I read them, how I felt right at that moment. It makes me miss living in Southern California and being part of the Los Angeles Times organization, even if for just a small outshoot in Orange County.
It makes me think of the Dodgers, and the Lakers, and the blackened chicken burritos at Taco Mesa in Costa Mesa.
It makes me remember my sports writing career. It makes me remember Carson Palmer, then a senior in high school, playing volleyball. It makes me remember sitting at the Laguna Beach High School baseball field wondering how I got to be so lucky. It makes me recall watching the Steelers' offensive line clear a path to my left that Willie Parker streaked down in Super Bowl XL. It makes me remember watching Ichiro throw a ball to third base from right field.
Brilliant, simple, perfect.
Molly Yanity, Ph.D.