I’ve always loved sports, and “Wins Above Replacement” is my folk rock love letter to the role sports have played (heh) in my family, in finding friends in fan communities, and in lessons and memories and love …
… and it’s also my hate letter to toxic competition, the military-industrial complex, perfectionism, and sportswashing.
(Is a hate letter a thing? You know what, don’t answer that)
“Let me grow straight and tall like a tree
or let me grow crooked
if that’s the shape I must be.”
“ste(a)l —> ground”