And not only does MLB not do much to promote knowledge of pre-Robinson Negro Leagues players, they can't even find enough brain cells to place Buck O'Neil -- the man who's done the most to overcome the public's MLB-aided ignorance of that chapter of the game -- in the Hall of Fame.

The only thing Morgan got wrong in that story was assuming that a just universe would give Selig anything in the world of baseball but a season ticket he could afford to buy.

Jerry Falwell spent a career demonizing others. Upon his death, what else could he expect in return?

Perhaps he might have expected those others to have demonstrated that their view of their own virtue was more accurate than his view of their vice by rising above the temptation to join in their own version of the Munchkin's chorus that greeted the passing of the Wicked Witch.

One never wants to speak ill of the dead, but in the case of Jerry Falwell, how can one not?

By being an adult and demonstrating some of the charity that Rev. Falwell claimed to follow but seemed to have trouble with. By being a person of some compassion and remembering that Rev. Falwell was also a husband, brother, father and grandfather and those he leaves behind will probably need no help in feeling badly at this time. By recalling that liberalism holds tolerance as a virtue, and if it can't be practiced towards someone who has passed away, despite their opposition to the very idea, then it is a very thin tissue of tolerance indeed.

Those are three ways one can not speak ill of the dead in this case, Mr. Wolfe. They're just off the top of my head, but I can probably give you some more if you require them.

Ms. Sey --

I think your op-ed regarding the expanding influence of the Karolyis and the harm it may have done to the young women who participate in the sport is on point and well worth considering by parents of daughters who might want to compete in this sport. It's definitely inconsistent with your opinion that athletes who want to engage in deliberately risky behavior with performance enhancers ought to be allowed to do so, but whatever, right?

Having said that, I've also read the rest of your pieces for Salon, and I grieve for the "torture" it is for you to watch the Games. I hope you can overcome your suffering long enough to cash the check Salon.com writes you for your articles. May I suggest that you use the income to purchase a dictionary to learn the meaning of the word "torture," so that neither you nor Salon.com's headlines writers will equate sitting in front of a television set and getting paid for it with the real pain and anguish undergone by many citizens of the country hosting the games you're earning money to write about.

The only things the review has to hold it above the book itself is that it is shorter and that trees died to make the book.

Other than that minor difference, the levels of silliness match (at stratospheric levels) and the book is convincing proof that Leeds University does not give Mr. Warnes enough to do.

"Salon.com: Daily giving you new reasons to wish King Kaufman had his own website."

More than 500 letters regarding this article and not a single one selected for "Editor's Choice" as of Wednesday morning.

Salon readers, the editors of this magazine really do want to know what you think and will spend time considering every word you send them!

The only thing sillier than the letter is Mr. Tennis's reply.

1. "but it's a very long book." In other news, the earth is round.

2. Considering the steep downhill slide that King hit not many years after his conquest of the bestseller lists transformed him into He Who Must Not Be Edited, I will paraphrase one of the many stupid things his generation used to say: Never trust a book under 30.

Camille Paglia writes a 23-graf column, focusing first of all on her high expectations of good things during an Obama presidency and spending not quite a quarter of her time saying she still likes 2008 GOP VP candidate Sarah Palin (and explaining why), and the letters explode!

Like a hive of southpaw Renfields, Salon.com readers trundle their keyboards to the tiptop of Mount Dudgeon and unloose their high Salonic on Paglia, denouncing her as Outcast! Leper! Unclean! for daring to depart from the Holy (in a purely secular sense, of course) Writ that none may gainsay that Gov. Palin is the Troglodyte Woman of Wasilla.

Oh well -- it gave me something to read at this site until Kaufman's column comes back.

Daily answering the question, "Can we get any sillier?" with a bold, forthright and unashamed, "Yes we can!"