You need a friend like Grant Brisbee in your life. Last September, as my annual bout of late-season madness had fully descended, I received a message from him on our company Slack informing me that he had found something that I should purchase. Grant, you may recall, is my partner on the baseball power rankings, and I have long respected his willingness to Live Weird™. I immediately clicked on the link, which took me to this page. Here, you don’t even have to click, I’ll take a screenshot:
Grant was right. I was, without a doubt, the target audience.
I wrote an entire “Athlete music Hall of Shame” article in 2020 when there were no other sports happening. (I also did a “Hall of Fame” version.) But more specifically, 1988 was the year I discovered that the Texas Rangers existed at all, thanks to my dad and a pack of Topps baseball cards. Now here I was, The Athletic’s official source of knowledge for all things Rangers, and this was the first I was hearing about this? I purchased it immediately.
Immediately.
When it arrived a couple of weeks later, I subjected my family to an entire listen-through.
