I've written way too often about Jamie Moyer on this blog, but I can't help it. When you're in your mid-40s, you find a guy like this fascinating. If I was operating this blog at age 25, I'd probably say, "Hey, cool, the old man won a game," and that'd be it. But he means a lot more to me than that. As I mentioned before , Moyer has been the gauge by which I judge whether I'm still young or not. The gauge used to be whether there were any current players in the major leagues who had been playing before I started paying attention to baseball. That ship sailed when Dennis Eckersley retired. Now, it's "are there any major leaguers older than I am?" For years, Moyer was my fountain of youth. Playing baseball kept him young, I would imagine, but it kept me young, too. But then he suffered an injury and it looked doubtful whether a guy in his late 40s would be able to come back from it. For an entire year, I was older than every majo...
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