The Parasite of the North Shore: Bob Nutting and the Slow Death of Pittsburgh Baseball
I don't hate Bob Nutting. To hate him would be to personalize him—to grant him the dignity of being an actual human being worthy of unique, personal emotional investment. But Bob Nutting isn't a person. He's a spreadsheet in human form. He's the ghost reanimated and set loose on a rust belt city that still, against all evidence and reason, believes in baseball.
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