There were better weeks than last for canceling a sport. Couldn't strikes be timed to follow a good drug bust, or any of the disgraces that once were rare intrusions in the sports pages but now are staples? Russell Baker has noticed that sportswriters hardly ever gush anymore, but the problem has to do with all the grim details in the piece. The cranky voices of lawyers and agents are growing as familiar as Vin Scully's. They argue over dreary words. This time arbitration, last time compensation. When do they get to calcification?
But the too frequent mood of misery was...
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