"Don't build monuments to the living, for they can still disgrace the stone...."

I can still name the starting lineup of the mid 70s Big Red Machine teams. Bench and Perez and Morgan and Concepcion and Rose and Foster and Geronimo and Griffey. My sister Maureen was in love with Johnny Bench, and every boy who ever picked up a whiffle bat wanted to be Pete Rose. For a few years the Reds might have been the best baseball team ever ass…