Approaching my favorite coffee shop this morning, eager to down a working-for-the-weekend triple-shot, I saw that finding a place to park wasn't going to be easy. One groggy three-point turnabout later, I saw the reason for the traffic jam: George Brett.There, on the patio in front of Westwood Hills' Hi-Hat, taking his morning cup of pine tar with a posse of middle-aged clubhouse types (each of whom must have driven there in a separate car), was the hall-of-famer Bill James has called the best b
