Aside from the fact that I am fully charmed by dogs, mostly the mutt variety that can torment you for attention as they did to me for more than three decades, I am also aware that in dog years Stump has got to be around 70 years old. That may not mean much to a passerby but those of us who have joined the septuagenarian crowd have reason to celebrate that a senior citizen like Stump could still compete - and succeed - in a world that is now pretty much in the hands of early teenagers.
Stump's managers promise to return him to peaceful retirement, which for me has been a non sequitur as a writer who has resisted the peaceful languor of an easy chair. As for Stump's legacy, some observers are already wondering whether Michael Jordan or Hank Aaron could be inspired to return to their games. I don't think so. For some of us, Stump is all of the inspiration we need for a day or two.