Such a game when your team falls behind 5-1 into the 9th.
I wondered what I might do later that night, still overly caffeinated from several days of updating my website in the hopes of drawing eyes and wallets. Next week I’ll have a letter published in the New Yorker and who knows, maybe someone will look for me.
In the meantime, baseball, though I haven’t been able to write much about it. It can be easy but it isn’t these days. The roar of the crowd and all that sounds the same. This happened when I was still in graduate school but now I’m not as busy.
I took darling photos of kids collecting baseballs from ballplayers. Friends, I was 32 before I took home a foul ball.
Still, I wandered toward the dugout when the Birds placed runners on with a 4-run deficit. I hopped the fence between pitches, just in case I wanted candid shots.
No &^%$#!!! way, I said.
A grand slam in the bottom of the ninth?
Baseball can be fun.
I once saw this player hit an infield triple, so when I heard he was in town for a rehab assignment I had to see.
Can you imagine being able to delight people with your ability to run?
This guy had the game-winning hit.
Yes, baseball can be fun again.