Buck

COOPERSTOWN, N.Y. — “Somebody,” Buck O’Neil said to me, as we sat over the remainders of lunch at the Peachtree restaurant on 18th and Vine, “somebody should write about the Negro leagues the way they really were.”

“Somebody,” he said to me, “should write about how much fun it was. How good we were. We could play, man!”

“Everybody,” he said, “talks about …