Clank-a-clank-a-clank he goes loudly around the concourse. The crowd of barely 15,000 hears the echoes of his cleats through the echoes of their empty, silent, baseball hearts. He looks ridiculous, but we all feel that way.
When he's not writing about sports here or ranting about them on Twitter, Jim is probably watching X-Files on Netflix or drinking a beer somewhere. Jim has nothing against hockey, it's just not his style. He once met Duce Staley at a Sixers game.