Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: A number of years ago, a writer by the name of Pablo Diablo appeared at a website that I run. I noted the name and initially thought, hmmm, Pablo the Devil, wonder if he might be trouble. Turned out, far, far from the truth. Paul, PD's first name, was a gentle soul. We ended up having many conversations, some about writing, some about illness, but by a large margin, the most we had were about baseball. Paul and I were both very passionate about the New York Yankees. He was very fortunate to live near the spring training complex for the Yankees. He'd tell me of his visits, the players he'd meet and watch, and yes, I was jelly (jealous). During the season, though, that was when our discussions heated up. We both had our stories, our managerial ideas, and high aspirations for the team. Paul was ill, his wife too, both with cancer, and a number of years ago, Paul no longer came to the website. Patiently, we waited, me, his fans, hoping that he didn't get hit with COVID to exacerbate things. To date, no one has heard from him for years. As per our terms, I'm publishing this to honor Paul, his love and support of the website and friends there, and I hope he is smiling down upon us.
