Day 16 of 2026 baseball books: Fast, furious and fearless folklore, backed up by the facts

“Nolan: The Singular Life
of an American Original”

The author: Tim Brown
The details: Grand Central Publishing/Hachette, 352 pages, $30, released May 19, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org


So Young, So Great:
Bob Feller Electrifies
Baseball and America”

The author: Jim Ingraham
The details: University of Nebraska Press, 280 pages, $36.95, due for release June 1, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

Jacob Misiorowski, so young and so … worrisome.

The Milwaukee Brewers’ 24-year-old seems to be on a fast-track for success just months into his second full season. We thought things were rushed a bit when they included him on the National League All Star team in July when he’d just made a few starts and started moving the needle on social media.

Let the record show that on May 8, 2026, the 6-foot-7 right-hander threw the seven fastest pitches ever recorded by a starting pitcher.

Some, in the same inning.

Taken out after 95 pitches, going long enough to be credited for the win in a 6-0 blanking of the New York Yankees, Misiorowski hit the 103 mile-per-hour mark 10 times. He topped out at 103.6 with the last pitch of the first inning — getting Aaron Judge to fly out to right, before striking him out twice in subsequent matchups).

“The Miz” did this all wearing a cringe-worthy, weird-blue “Wisco” Nike City Connect jersey that years from now will cause MLB historians, as well as Brewers fans, to be horrified.

According to data collected in the Statcast era that began in 2008, a starting pitcher in an MLB game had thrown a fastball clocked at 103 mph or greater just four times prior to that day. Included in that 18-year span was one previously delivered by Misiorowski — just seven days earlier. It came as he was in amidst throwing a no hitter, and had to come out after 5 1/3 innings against Washington because of a hamstring cramp.

Misiorowski, at this moment, has thrown 11 of the fastest 14 pitches ever by a starter. That’s a line of demarcation when compared to hired-gun relievers such as  Aroldis Chapman (105.8 mph in 2010 for Cincinnati, 105.7 mph in 2016 for the Yankees), Ben Joyce (105.5 mph in 2024 for the Angels) and Mason Miller (104.5 mph in the 2025 post-season for San Diego).

In throwing his fastball about two-thirds of the time, Misiorowski has what’s also called a “perceived velocity” of more than 105 mph. His extra-large frame and long arms drive down off the mound and toward the batter with a release point much closer to what they are used to seeing. “A gangly stick of dynamite who is exploding past previous notions of what is possible for starting pitchers,” is how one writer sized him up.

Misiorowski is just the latest unique metronome, keeping his own time, tempo and rhythm. He also has the cool, somewhat mythological back story. Pronounced miz-uh-ROW-skee, he went to of Grain Valley High just outside Kansas City. During the 2002 June MLB draft that took place at L.A. Live during the MLB All-Star festivities, Milwaukee took him at No. 63. Twenty-six pitchers were taken ahead of him. The Angels (taking shortstop Zach Neto at No. 13) and the Dodgers (taking catcher Dalton Rushing at No. 40) had their sights on other targets.

Misiorowski may have been stashed away at Crowder Junior College in Neosho, Missouri, about three hours south of K.C. — where Interstates 44 and 49 merge near by the Arkansas/Oklahoma/Kansas border on the western edge of the Ozarks — but the Brewers knew.

When some try to handicap the early markers of the 2026 NL Cy Young race, it’s easy to be marveled at how Misiorowski, who struck out a team-record 11 for an Opening Day appearance, has launched almost as many fastballs at 100 mph or swifter just in his last four starts (143) as every other starter in MLB combined has thrown all season (144). He is also on pace to roll up the greatest strikeout ratio (14.1 strikeouts per nine innings) of any starter in history.

Assuming he makes it to enough innings.

Milwaukee Brewers manager Pat Murphy has compared Misiorowski to “a young prizefighter finding his way.” Others see him in line with contemporaries Paul Skenes or Hunter Greene. His age-to-production ratio so far is like Felix Hernandez.

Maybe, someday, the names Feller and Ryan will come into the conversation. As long as he isn’t a Mark Fidrych, Kerry Wood, Mark Pryor. Or Steve Dalkowski.

Joe Posnanski wrote in a May 15 Substack post:

I watch Jacob Misiorowski’s impossible feats of strength with anxiety and worry. I want to enjoy (his accomplishments) the way I enjoyed watching Nolan Ryan or Rob Dibble or Justin Verlander throwing blazing pitches.

Alas, when I watch Misiorowski pitch, I can’t help but see the “Misiorowski Feels Elbow Discomfort; Will Skip Next Start” headline, followed by, “Brewers Optimistic That Miz Will Not Need Surgery,” followed by “Misiorowski Hope For Quick Recovery from Tommy John.”

But what can you do? Ask The Miz to throw slower? I mean, that’s not viable.

I sometimes wonder: Would baseball be a better game if teams were allowed to use only two pitchers on any given day? This is not a serious suggestion — it’s obviously not going to happen — but more like a thought experiment. Pitchers used to maxing out for five innings would find it hard to adjust to their new reality.

But what would happen long term? I imaginevelocity would drop, pitchers would develop more secondary pitches, the knuckleball would return into the game, star pitchers who could throw 250 or 300 great innings would become the most valuable commodity in the game. I think, in time, pitchers would adjust because they’d have no choice but to adjust.

I’m not saying that’s a better brand of baseball — in many ways, it’s not — but for people my age, it’s a more familiar game.

Because we have reams of history to reference in this case.

What was Nolan Ryan doing at age 24?

He had been with the New York Mets’ organization for six seasons, and was a 10-game winner at that point. But also a 14-game loser. With three complete games in 26 starts over 150-plus innings. The Mets didn’t really know what to do with him, so after that 1971 season, they shipped him to the California Angels. The eight-time All Star wasn’t done until 1993 when he was 46 — almost twice Misiorwoski’s current age.

When Bob Feller reached his 24rd birthday, he was a full-grown man wearing a U.S. Navy coveralls as a chief petty officer aboard the USS Alabama during the height of World War II. He had enlisted the day after the Pearl Harbor attacked in 1941.

By that point, it felt as if Feller had already has a lifetime of experiences in Major League Baseball. From 1936 to 1941, from the age 17 through 22, Feller had 117 complete games in 175 starts for the Cleveland Indians. He was top three in the AL MVP voting three times. At age 19 — the number he eventually wore on his jersey — he made his first of four All Star games in a row. He would have likely won four Cy Young Awards during that run had that had been a thing at that time.

In 2024, Joe Posnanski did a Substack post called “Revisiting Greatness,” as he decided he wanted to examine all 270 Baseball Hall of Fame plaques and rank them, in order, of those that were in the most need of rewriting. Of Feller’s plaque, which came in at No.188 on his list, Posnanski noted how the stats just don’t jump off the plaque that maybe they once did. He wrote: “I’m not sure why the plaque doesn’t include Feller’s multiple awesome nicknames, “Rapid Robert” and “Heater from Van Meter.”
When awesome baseball records are set, there’s a strong temptation to believe that they will never be broken. And some probably never will be broken … I’m sure that when Bob Feller was elected to the Hall of Fame in 1962, nobody could imagine the great records on his plaque being surpassed. But then a guy named Nolan Ryan came along.”

Can’t recall anyone asking Ryan or Feller to throw slower and preserve their health. Different times, different mindsets.

Connecting Misiorowski to Ryan to Feller isn’t a fair real linear exercise at this moment. Nor will it really be years from now. But the way history will document any of this makes it all the more intriguing. Because the one thing we know they all shared: They all threw a baseball pretty damn fast. By whatever measurements were best available at the time, and whatever medium (radio, TV, social media) were best at conveying those stories.


New York Newsday columnist Steve Jacobson started a piece in August of 1989 this way:

Every time the smoke of another of those showcase gems by Nolan Ryan, the baffling Old Man of fastball pitchers, reaches Cleveland, Bob Feller feels a twinge. Perhaps it can be interpreted as a twinge of jealousy; it’s a definite twinge.

Feller was the Strikeout King of the early days when radio and then television told us about the romance of the fastball. Feller accepts compliments as comfortably as he accepts paid autograph sessions. He won 266 games from 1936 to 1956 and missed almost all of four seasons during World War II. He won 25 the year before he left and 26 the full year he returned, so he might have won another 80 or 100 games.

“Ryan has us on longevity,” Feller said. “My wife says his arm must have been built on a Wednesday. I still say (Walter) Johnson must have been the fastest.”

Feller still owns the record for the fastest fastball in the semi-official clockings listed by the Hall of Fame. Ryan’s best is 100.8 mph. Feller’s was 107.9. He’ll stand up to defend that mark.

The strikeout records are subject to interpretation. When Ryan struck out 383 in 1973, it was during the era of the designated hitter and he didn’t get to throw to a single pitcher. But when Feller struck out 348 in 1946, a strikeout was still a strikeout.

The Anaheim Stadium message board during the ninth inning of a game Nolan Ryan pitched when first measured by a speed gun in 1974.

If these are the hairs you choose to split, consider that on April 26, 1990, Ryan, at age 43, tied Feller for career one-hitters with 12, a masterful effort over the visiting Chicago White Sox in a 1-0 complete-game triumph. When Feller was 43, he had been retired for six seasons.

When Ryan threw his record-extending seventh no-hitter in 1991, he was 44, the oldest to achieve such a feat and the first to do it in three different decades. Of Feller’s three no-hitters, the most remarkable is the one on Opening Day 1940. He was just 21.

At some point during that 1990 season, the 71-year-old Feller chimed in again for the record:

“Ryan’s a good pitcher. He’s learned how to pace himself. He’s learned how to pitch. But he’s mad at me because I’ve said that I could throw harder than he can. I don’t know why that bothers him. When Walter Johnson said he could throw ‘a mite harder’ than me back when I was just coming up, it never bothered me.

“My fastball was once timed at 98.6 miles per hour by photo-electric cells at home plate, but by then it was losing speed, maybe as much as 15 miles per hour. That was long before the radar gun they use now. The radar gun gives you the average speed of a pitch from the mound to the plate. On a radar gun, I would’ve averaged 105 to 107 miles per hour.”

When Feller died in 2010 at age 92 of leukemia, columnist Joe Posnanski, a Cleveland native, wrote:

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Day 15 of 2026 baseball books: The drawing power of dual-edged storytelling

“The Ballpark and Beyond:
An Illustrated Celebration of
Baseball’s Rich History”

The author: Todd Radom
The details: Sports Publishing/Skyhorse/Simon & Schuster, 248 pages, $29.99, to be released May 26, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

Illustration: Los Angeles Times

So, whatta you think about the newest Geffen Playhouse?

That’s our playful referencing of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s new $724 million addition, the Geffen Galleries, opened to the public as of May 4. It took 20 years of planning and six years of construction. It took going back to the drawing board, a lot of patience and persistence, and a city’s open-mindedness to add something this miraculous on the Miracle Mile.

A rule-bending, disorienting design brings us:

== A Peter Zumthor creation that’s been compared to a “concrete blob.” And a “concrete sandwich.” And a “concrete cow-paddy.” And a “concrete amoeba.” One even went so far as to call it “The Great Los Angeles Turd.” The New York Times called it “uplifting, lyrical and pugnacious.” The Wall Street Journal called it “a work of furious originality and ambition.”

== Counter-initiative floor-to-ceiling windows to draw in all the “urban light,” but if you’re really having a moody day, just draw the metal curtains.

== Cold, and cool, dungeon-like rooms to display an eclectic arrangement spanning Van Gogh to Ansel Adams to Diego Rivera among its 2,000 pieces, with far more awaiting in storage.

== A scrumptious 30-foot-span pedestrian overpass bridging Wilshire Boulevard, which might seem unnecessary until you park yourself on one of the benches and feel levitated over the mindless Door Dash traffic flow below.

== Its own Erewhon cafe. Drink, presented in art form. So why not?

Archinect.com

If one dares to call it polarizing, another insists it’s a “petri dish for experimental design.” And, oh the social media photo ops. TimeOut Los Angeles has put in the time to offer the 10-most photogenic things to see, as you angle to get a litter of tar-soaked Saber-Toothed Cats in the background with the proper aperture. Bravo, Pleistocene megafauna.

Don’t spin your wheels here on Superlative Alley. Cruise through if you’re over in that part of the freeway-free grid. Because, as you may know, art always brings serendipitous joy and rhythm to one’s spirits, especially if you’re experiencing May Gray, heading into June Gloom.

Raise the bar, too, when art is mashed up with anything sporty.

Not to paint ourselves into a divergent corner here, but …

I was stumped for ways to size up the latest amazing graphic art-meets-well-researched story presentation that Todd Radom has created and, seeking enlightenment and inspiration, I took an artistic side trip. I decided to contact him directly and flip this on him for a moment of glee.

During an email exchange, I asked Radom if he had seen the new collection of published work by LJ Rader called “Art But Make it Sports: Where Art and Sports Collide” (Chronicle Books, 176 pages, $18.95, released March 16, ’26.) This book is deserving, perhaps, of its own review amidst these new baseball books. But I wanted Radom’s take on it first.

From “Art But Make it Sports: Where Art and Sports Collide.”

“LJ Rader is brilliant — the guy is a genius, seriously,” Radom said. “I took art history classes in college and I’m married to a trained art historian, but his photographic memory and knowledge of art is striking, funny, and unique.”

Radam said he first connected with Radar on social media “when I conflated the Astros’ World Series scandal and The Ashcan School, the early 20th century art movement that depicted urban scenes with dark, gritty realism. I think ‘Art But Make it Sports’ is the only forum where you can include ‘ashcan’ and ‘trash can’ and connect artist John Sloan to the 2017 Astros.”

What Radam appreciates most about Rader is how he has “a unique brain. A layman who is interested in art and has the ability to retain shapes, colors, composition … all toward fun! We need more of that!”

So while that may seem like the perfect endorsement for Rader when his book goes to paperback — but, resist if possible — it’s also interesting to us that a review of “Art But Make It Sports” in the New York Times/The Athletic provoked Keith Law to write in the lead: “LJ Rader is the genius behind” … and then went on to explain how this project started on Instagram in 2019 and then bled over into Bluesky, and here’s a Q&A with the gentleman.

Another sidenote: Wasn’t it Rader who was responsible for seizing on a photo of a 2019 home-plate scuffle featuring Cincinnati Reds hitter Yasiel Puig taking on a hoard of yellow-clad Pittsburgh Pirates and suggesting it looked like some Renaissance battle painting? Somehow, we just assumed it was him — but then, there wasn’t an actual painting that the photo mimicked. Was there?

Cincy Shirts, a Cincinnati-based apparel company, seems to have commissioned a faux version of the moment to look like a Renaissance era work and dubbed it “El Guerrero Rojo” — aka, the Red Warrior — then slapped it on T-shirts. Puig then wore it out in public.

For the acuteness, perspicacity, inventiveness and a soothing virtuosity Radom pours into this latest work, it’s not a surprise we’ve come to link it to all sorts of other inspiring sports/art mashups lately.

When we caught wind that Radom produced “The Ballpark and Beyond” — and immediately paid up to get a signed copy — our expectations were a bit lofty after embracing his previous work, “Winning Ugly: A Visual History of Baseball’s Most Unique Uniforms” (Skyhorse Publishing, 184 pages, $19.99 paperback, released 2018). Our review at the time noted Radom had put together something that was “uniformly superior to anything we’ve seen like this before.”

When he did “Fabric of the Game: The Stories Behind the NHL’s Names, Logos and Uniforms” with Chris Creamer, Radom could expand more on this imaginative merger of imagery and verbiage.

This time, combining 150 original illustrations to go with his own 75,000-plus words, Radom creates 75 unique entries to soak in for all they’re worth. He goes off on appreciations of the game’s origins, its personalities, the quirky equipment, strange-but-true happening — leading the reader into his climactic wheelhouse, the “Hall of Jerseys,” under the umbrella of “The Look of the Game.”

If the purpose of this is, as Radom writes in his intro, to spark “introspection, discussion and curiosity … how can you not be intellectually curious about baseball?” — please indulge us in that exercise as we have our top half-dozen playlist of what resonated most with us:

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Day 14 of 2026 baseball books: Any legal recourse to egalitarian promises not delivered?

Bleacher Seats and
Luxury Suites:
Democracy and Division at the
Twentieth-Century Ballpark


The author: Seth S. Tannenbaum, Ph.D.
The details: University of Illinois Press, 304 pages, $30; released March 31, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

To anyone of a certain age still most profoundly comfortable printing out an airline boarding pass because this idea that a QR code will stay secure in your smart phone after TSA is done running it through their radio-active scanners — or, more realistic, the problematic consequences of watching that smart phone fall into a Terminal 5 restroom urinal just 10 minutes before Group 12 is called — the plight of Errol Segal doesn’t sound all that bothersome.

A so-called “long-time season-seat holder” — as if that is a necessary qualification — Segal’s end game recently was to just get the Dodgers to just give him printed-out Dodger Stadium entrance tickets. Yes, everyone else seems A-OK with the post-COVID practice of having tickets downloaded to an app, to be waved in front of an infrared light with the aid of a very useful employee there to problem solve. You just hope this works through your glass-cracked phone screen, and, if you’ve bought tickets on the secondary market, the company’s software is compatible with with the stadium’s approved ticketing partner.

Plus, Segal is just fine with his flip phone and how it fits in his day-to-day business. His age or whether he can afford some kind of iPhone/Android upgrade shouldn’t be a factor either.

It’s perhaps with some irony that this story didn’t seem to grab many people’s attention until — thanks to modern technology — it became a thing on social media.

Those seeking more intel on Segal’s struggle and his feeling he had been “thrown under the bus” by the team’s administrators sticking to policy could access a) an extended video interview Segal did on a local TV news channel that, after airing a couple times, was now on the company’s website; b) the MSN.com cut-and-paste steal of a California Post story; c) AOL hjijacking a story it found on the demographically-aligned Fox News Channel; d) an earnest follow-up piece by the helpful publisher of the Los Cerritos Community News, and e) this Facebook post that, of course, didn’t quite frame the fan’s age accurately according to other reports, and then provided a perfectly toxic discussion thread, where punctuation-challenged pinheads could chime in with things like:

“Ill be that guy. If you cant use an iPhone in 2026, thats on you. He was 63 when the first iPhone came out. Im sure hes smart, hes had plenty of time to learn how to use apps. Also, iPhones are pretty user friendly for the older community”

“Lots of people feeling sorry for this guy who has had season tickets for 50 years … nah. I appreciate his fandom, but it’s better for him if he learns to live in today’s world. I’m sure someone can teach him how to use a phone. If it’s the learning something new that’s frustrating, that’s not the Dodgers’ problem. I’m GenX, and when we started working, we had to learn how to use all kinds of technology, still working, have learned to use AI, and will continue to learn my whole life. “I don’t know how” is a lame excuse.”

“Can’t wait for the Gen Z’s to get rejected cuz the eye scan doesn’t recognize ‘ancient eye rolls’ in the 22th century!”

“Wait til he tries to buy a hotdog with a $20”

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Day 13 of 2026 baseball book reviews: Retro’s right for pursuit of ‘the truth’

“How Retrosheet Saved Baseball”

The author: Jay Wigley
The details: Wiglesius Press/self published, 228 pages, $27.99 hardcover, $19.99 paperback, released April 3, ‘26
The links: The author, Bookshop.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

The Universal Baseball Association on YouTube.com has a tutorial on how to create an effective score sheet.

Probably no surprise we again seek clarity on how baseball followers value statistical bookkeeping by referencing the work of David M. Henkin’s “Out of the Park: How to Think About Baseball.” Just as we did during Day 12 with sizing up the historical context of Robert Coover’s “The Universal Baseball Association, Inc.” in relation to how the game encourages fantasy and imagination.

From Chapter 11 of Henkin’s horsehide observations:

Spalding’s How to Score, 1917, as included in a John Thorn post on OurGame.MLBlog.com titled “Keeping Score: Why do we do record the events of every ball game so meticulously? What do we measure and why? What is not measurable?

“Baseball’s culture of obsessive statistical reckoning combines several related elements (that) have been intensified in the case of baseball by the game’s structure and the sport’s history. First is an interest in evaluating and crediting the contributions of individual players to a team’s success or failure. Second is an extraordinary faith in the capacity of numbers to precisely and reliably summarize important events. And third is a need to tell stories about the game in a language that allows for comparing events spread across time.

“The careful recording and tabulating of events within a baseball game, including events that don’t directly determine or explain the game’s outcome, has been around ever since the game became a subject of news coverage.”

And much of that were from seeds planted by Henry Chadwick, a cricket reporter from England who moved to New York in 1830, watched this odd game of baseball being played in the 1850s, reported on it for New York newspapers, and knew it needed some structure when he fleshed out what’s generally accepted as the box score and scoresheet.

A note-taking grid with codes and slashes and numbers and letters that could be a universal language was to everyone’s best interest. We find out that Chadwick’s reliance on this fact came from learning how his older half-brother, a commissioner of the board of health in Britain, saw the collected data as a scientific approach to create social order and accountability.

Henry Chadwick, who created the “K” to note a strikeout on his scoresheets of the 1850s, would likely have to adjust to the 2026 rule introduction of an umpire challenge to a ball/strike call through ABS. This X post shows how this scorekeeper has made alterations to his notes.

“It is remarkable how well documented baseball games were,” Henkin writes. “We have more detailed, exhaustive and reliable information about what happened on baseball fields over a century ago than about any other aspect of leisure culture, popular entertainment or daily life in the United States from that era.”

For better, or worse? For better, of course.

History also needs checks and double-checks on accuracy to avoid narrative pitfalls. In baseball, there is a human element that determines hits and errors, writing rules about how a pitcher is credited with a win or a loss or save on his ledger. Humans make mistakes and stand to be corrected. Numbers should have auditing.

Box scores provide that data record, transmission and storage.

And in the 21st Century, thank goodness for Retrosheet.

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Day 12 of 2026 baseball books: Universally accepted abstract daydreaming

The Universal Baseball Association, Inc.,
J. Henry Waugh, Prop.

The author: Robert Coover, new introduction by Ben Marcus
The details: NYRB Classics, 264 pages, $18.95, originally released in 1968; newest re-release on March 17, ‘26
The links: The publisher, Bookshop.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

Based in reality, and fantasy: Willie Davis’ card from 1965 Strat-O-Matic (above) and 1963 APBA (below)

Cal Berkeley history professor David M. Henkin recently launched an efficiently written collection of essays into the universe under the title “Out of the Ballpark: How To Think About Baseball,” (Oxford University Press, $18.99, 152 pages, released March 16, ’26), dedicating a dozen chapters on enlightened questioning of philosophical and cultural issues surrounding the game.

Among other things — the obsession with statistics framing reality.

“The division between scientific and literary, quantitative and verbal, or left-brain and right-brain approaches to baseball are misleading,” Henkin declares. “They bear some resemblance to the inaccurate portrait peddled by recent Hollywood movies of baseball talent evaluators, which pits the number crunchers and bean counters against scouts who can hear the break of a curveball with their eyes closed and can foretell a player’s prospects by instincts.”

Hang on. Brad Pitt’s polished portrayal of Billy Beane in the 2011 “based on a true story” film “Moneyball” came more than seven years after we could digest the magnificence of Michael Lewis’ best-selling book, “Moneyball: The Art of Winning an Unfair Game.” After all, the book’s publishers continue to unflinching point out the book has company amidst “GQ’s 50 Best Books of Literary Journalism of the 21st Century.” It’s also blurbed as “the most influential book on sports ever written” by none other than People Magazine.

But go on, Professor Dave …

“Much as scouts have always combined intuitive judgment against statistical reckoning, the same writers and fans who revel in poetic description and conjure imagined worlds of play tend to be conversant with statistics and are aesthetically compelled by probability.”

Hmmm… Probably right there. So to what perils doth that lead?

“Robert Coover’s celebrated novel, ‘The Universal Baseball Association, Inc.’ published three years before the founding of the SABR and the dawn of sabermetrics, brought into public view baseball’s twin obsessions with both literary imagination and strict bookkeeping. The novel’s protagonist, J. Henry Waugh, is an accountant. He is also a literary creator who spins elaborate stories behind closed doors about fictional baseball players but constrains those stories with statistics and probability by methodically and scrupulously using dice to simulate athletic competition.”

Henkin then presents to the court of public opinion Figure 12.1 as visual evidence, which kinda blows us away more than the Coover book reference.

How do you explain that off-beat existence? Henkin tries.

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