Typically, on the eve of a new series, I will brew up a cup of coffee and retreat to my home office where I will spend an hour or more reading about the next opponent.
April 1, 2003: Without the help of a noisy alarm clock, barking dogs or a hotel wake-up call, both Ken Macha and Bob Melvin were wide awake before the sun came up in Oakland. That’s what happens when you get your first managerial job in Major League...