Last Thursday, Dave Anderson, the dean of New York sportswriters – hell, the dean of ALL sports writers in the U.S. – passed away at age 89 in an assisted living facility in Cresskill, N.J. He was one of my dearest friends, a fun and delightful traveling companion to over 30 World Series, postseasons and All-Star Games. We shared the same driver, an elderly, retired man we called “O.K. Bud” who drove us to and from our New Jersey homes and the airports. As I write this, I’m looking at the inscription in his terrific book “Pennant Races – Baseball at its Best” in which he wrote: “To Bill, a great friend, in memory of all our trips with O.K. Bud” and I’m thinking of all those laughs we shared in press boxes and restaurants around the country.