Last month on South Side Sox, several writers collaborated to provide us with an enjoyable lockout distraction: a vote for the best baseball movie of our time. It was a lot of fun.
I really don’t know which one was my favorite (probably Bull Durham), but during one of the discussions my love for the movie Major League was expressed — and it was pointed out by Brett and others that this makes me some form of Cro-Magnon incapable of judging films and unlikely to finish a meal without getting ketchup on my tie.
And the thing is, I probably am a Cro-Magnon.