Bill Pennington has a piece in today’s Times about Bud Selig and his angst over Barry Bonds—fair enough. But what really captured our attention was the accompanying photograph of the commissioner in his Milwaukee office, reproduced above. Here we see Bud in his natural environment: a corner suite on a high floor with views out over Lake Michigan and the Milwaukee harbor. Baseball fans have come to know Selig as a somewhat punctilious and priggish presence, so it’s a bit of a surprise to find that he is, well, kind of a slob. We can identify with this messines, to some extent; it is said to be an indication of an active mind. (Dubya’s desk is notoriously kempt.) Or at least one very busy person. Selig’s desk is cluttered with papers stacked here and there, baseballs rolling about, phones, remote controlers, recording devices, and numerous calculators—he’s got a lot of money to keep track of! Along the baseboard to his right are boxes overflowing with books and papers. The windowsill to his left has become a repository for yet more paperwork. An awkwardly placed dresser behind his desk is stacked high with binders and phones and framed photographs. The office is ineptly layed out, the furnishings hopelessly out of date. Sitting in his leather-backed chair with the blinds half drawn, Selig is wedged into a corner, immobile, hemmed in by the objects around him—a physical manifestation, perhaps, of how he sees his position in the game.