Rob Neyer goes out with a bang, nominating Bo Jackson for the Hall of the Amazing. I can’t agree more. Bo was not a classically great player; there were plenty of flaws in his game. In the late 1980s, however, he was the one player I’d pay to see, since he might do something amazing.

As for Rob, I can’t wait to see what he has planned. He is leaving The Sweet Spot.

Frankly, it’s a minor miracle that I’ve been here ever since. I was the new guy, didn’t know how I was supposed to behave, and somewhat routinely ran afoul of my bosses and their bosses. I owe a great deal to their good graces, and I’m sorry I can’t thank everyone who’s allowed me to do what I love for so long. I will toss extra hosannas to Geoff Reiss, David Schoenfield, and David Kull, for reasons they know only too well. Collectively, they’re No. 2 on the all-time list.

You’re No. 1.

Whether you’ve been reading my ramblings since 1996 or just since last week, you have my profound, impossible-to-express-in-words gratitude. There is not a working writer on Earth who’s more grateful than I for his readers. Without you, I would have nothing.

Best of luck, Rob!