Roger Angell wins the J.G. Taylor Spink Award

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The Baseball Writers Association of America has named Roger Angell of the New Yorker as the 2014 winner of the J.G. Taylor Spink Award. He will be honored by the Baseball Hall of Fame during the induction ceremonies in Cooperstown next July.

The Spink Award is given for “meritorious contributions to baseball writing.” And Angell certainly provided meritorious contributions. He may be the composer of the most beautiful things ever written about the game, from:

“Since baseball time is measured only in outs, all you have to do is succeed utterly, keep hitting, keep the rally alive, and you have defeated time. You remain forever young”

to:

“A box score is a precisely etched miniature of the sport itself, for baseball, in spite of its grassy spaciousness and apparent unpredictability, is the most intensely and satisfyingly mathematical of all our outdoor sports. Every player in every game is subjected to a cold and ceaseless accounting; no ball is thrown and no base is gained without an instant responding judgment — ball or strike, hit or error, yea or nay — and an ensuing statistic.”

The BBWAA gets a lot of Hall of Fame stuff wrong. This one they knocked out of the park.

 

Tigers sign Edwin Jackson to a minor league deal

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The good news: most-traveled-player ever Edwin Jackson has a job again. The bad news: it’s not with team number 15. He’s repeating himself, going back to the Tigers, for whom he pitched in 2009. Oh well.

Jackson, 35, posted a ghastly 11.12 ERA in 28 and a third innings over eight appearances with the Blue Jays this season, five of which came as starts. If he can manage to be merely bad instead of terrible he’s likely to get several starts for Detroit in the second half as the Tigers are playing for nothing and teams playing for nothing are well-served by veteran arms.

And heck, if he starts one in the next week or so and is amazing, maybe — just maybe — Detroit can flip him to team number 15? We can dream, can’t we?