In honor of Hal McCoy winning Ohio Sports Writer of the Year for the umpteenth time (hey, McCoy, how ’bout a little something for the rest of us?), I point you in the direction of a column I wrote about him for the November issue of Cincinnati Profile magazine.
This was a fun, little essay that came together at the last minute, as the Reds honored him last September for his beat writer-ship for the past four decades. It helps that McCoy is such a good dude.
Although I go a little heavy with the analogies that seem, in retrospect, a little unwieldy and awkward, this is one of my favorite pieces I wrote this past year.