So instead of responding to his question, I asked, “Did you see that article about you in this morning’s paper?” A columnist had just ripped him apart.
It was immediately obvious I had hit a responsive chord. “Oh, Ronnie,” he said, “they’re burying me in this town. I can’t even turn on the television anymore.” … Evidently he’d been looking for someone friendly to talk with all day. He just happened to find someone on the field in the middle of a game.

—Ron Luciano, Strike Two, 1984