Master of the Obvious

In those days, sports columnists were treated like rock stars. Frankie Jaye master scooped up every bit of it: The games, the wine, the women. Then, one night, he was on deadline. He had the yips. He couldn’t find a slant. And there was Dick Vitale – two seats down – running that damn yapper.

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