PHOENIX - Old School was on parade late yesterday morning in a conference room on the second floor of the downtown Sheraton here. Seventy-six-year-old Commissioner Bud Selig, on the job almost 20 years, was on hand to answer questions for the Baseball Writers of America and it felt like we were all stuck in the 1950s.
It was a trip back in time as 70 mostly grizzled scribes (68 men and two women) from 29 major league outposts assembled to hear about the state of the game from Uncle Bud.
This was no new-media tweetfest. If lodge members had been better-dressed and better-looking, we could have been on the set of “Mad Men.’’ I blended nicely with my black “at a glance’’ telephone/address book and my clunky BLT-sized tape recorder. Nothing digital about this group. Our idea of social media is the old days of open bars in the press box.
