But seems to me, and stop me if you've heard it before, that the true story of 37-year old, Kiliminjaro-climbing, memoir-writing, abuse-surviving, Star Wars-loving, UCL-shy, knuckleball revolutionary R.A. Dickey is more fabulous and terrific and maybe even more unbelievable than the fantastical made up story of the gangly, one-booted, 168 mph fastball-throwing, Tibet-reared Sidd Finch, written as an April Fool's joke for Sports Illustrated by George Plimpton in 1985. You just have to love and admire and feel so damn good for R.A. Dickey, who's been through so much to find himself where he is today.
Who'da thought that on June 20, 2012, the first day of summer or close to it, that it would be so much fun to be a Met fan? We've got an unlikely no-hitter, a folk hero with a knuckleball leading the league in pitching in just about every stat you can name, and a third baseman chasing a batting title. Which one gets Comeback of the Year? Time will tell, sportsrockers. There are some other damn fine stories going on it Metsland, too, and that's one reason why I love the everyday grind of the baseball season. Let's go Mets....
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