NOTHING, IT SEEMS, ever makes Bud Selig look good. His best suits hang on him as if he just emerged from a river. His best moves are often ripped and/or misinterpreted.
When he's right, he's lucky.
When he's wrong, he's evil.
Baseball's Civil Rights Weekend moves to Atlanta just as Georgia decides Arizona's immigration law is a good idea. The All-Star Game arrives this summer in Phoenix under the same cloud, Selig's silence on the subject seen by the law's critics as an implied endorsement.
Next year will be Selig's 20th as commissioner of baseball and allegedly his last. I say allegedly because he's retired a couple of times already, absolutely, no turning back, except that there was some pressing issue that convinced him, with significant prodding from an ownership group that now sees him as its Pete Rozelle, that he needed to hang around a little bit longer.