Each week, the New Yorker team meets at the softball diamond in Central Park to play against writers, fact-checkers, and cartoonists* who work at other publications like Vanity Fair, Esquire, Rolling Stone, and many others.
This is a tradition that goes back over half a century. I am almost certainly the least valuable member of the team, with the knees of a septuagenarian and the pitching arm of an old chair. Each week on this page, I will document our wins, our losses, and everything in between. So, get your lukewarm light beer out, and get ready for another season of…