GOODBYE TO JOHN MAINE.
Yes, this is what the world has come to: the best use for my John Maine shirt right now is to provide my cat with warmth. He likes to sleep at the foot of the bed on top of a set of drawers that are there, and after he sat on a few too many things I didn’t want him to, my reaction was to go through the pile of baseball shirts waiting to be put away for next year.
Our household was fond of saying, “Whoda thought that Mike Pelfrey would’ve been the ace of the two, and that John Maine would be the one to not get his act together?”
Farewell and best wishes.