I think that I might be coming around to Orel Hershiser. The Met killer (and, briefly, the Met) has always irked me with his cockiness, condescension, wily sinker-curveball repertoire, dugout hymnsong and, recently, his Keith Olberman eyeglasses. Worse than all that? He sent his kid to the
St. Mark's snooty school in Dallas. There should be no
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