By Chuck Eddy
Updated October 20, 1995 at 04:00 AM EDT

Like most nostalgic ballpark bards, Cashman gets misty-eyed way too often, and his ballads move as slowly as nonfans claim the game does. But his ragtime-blues-minstrel tendencies help him steal a few bases, and nobody’s ever sung this obsessively about front-office politics, fielding practice, the Negro Leagues, or Herb Score. On average, he bats about .250.