Boxing is an elemental thing governed by some exceptionally venal and untrustworthy authorities. Watching the amateur bouts at a Golden Gloves tournament, for all the things it lacks, offers something pro boxing doesn't: the thrill of watching a fair fight.
You are Adam Kennedy. You had a fruitful career in pro baseball, earning more than $20 million and winning a World Series ring with the 2002 Angels. You belted three homers in one ALCS game. You see a ghost.
Talking to the author of Big Hair and Plastic Grass and the new Stars and Strikes: Baseball and America in the Bicentennial Summer of ’76 about mustaches, highly visible owners, the weird world of 1970s baseball, and the indiscreet charm of Yasiel Puig.