"The basepaths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right, I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baserunner stood where he had no business to be and got hurt, that was his fault."
Seasoned Midwesterner who's interests include baseball, collectibles, Detroit Tigers, heavy music including gothic and symphonic metal, history and offering unsolicited social and political commentary.