Readers of the Old School blog were offended by the awful insensitivity at the conclusion of a recent entry about Mike Tyson.

Forty-five years ago, on May 31, 1964, my dad and I went to a Mets-Giants doubleheader at Shea Stadium. I wrote about some of my memories of the second game, which went 23 innings, in my Sunday column (sports@pressdemocrat.com). Here are some other memories, impressions, tidbits and facts.

I don't get it. I love boxing. I love movies. People have been tripping over themselves talking up the new documentary (really just a 90-minute tricked-up monologue) about former heavyweight champion Mike Tyson. Well, I finally saw it. Tyson is a bore. And therefore, so is 'Tyson.'

There is a new biography out, called "Forever Blue," about Walter O'Malley, the Dodgers owner who moved the team from Brooklyn to Los Angeles after the 1957 season. Any book about O'Malley ought to be called "Forever a Bum," because that's what he was.

It was a most pleasant surprise to get such warm-hearted feedback on the Harvey Haddix column and blogs.

Ivan Rodriguez is quickly closing in on old-school catchers Bob Boone and Carlton Fisk, about to reach a milestone that is all the more impressive for its thorough lack of glamour.