I should be gracious, I should be nice. I should be many things I’m not. My team has won many titles so many I forgot to notice a team in blue and red – the baby bears that hibernated. But…
Category: Fan
On this day I complete my 31st year, as Lord Byron might’ve said. Of course, he lived to 36 and not much longer. And I don’t know if he ever played a game of rounders. If thou regrett’st thy youth,…
When a fellow hits a home run, he doesn’t need to watch it fly. He does not need to smirk, and toss his bat into the sky. Doesn’t he know that his next wish will likely be denied? For the…
Will John Lackey take a breath? Will I? In 2006 I decided I might enjoy the playoffs, for the team of my heart made a run after escaping the regular season with a paltry 83 wins. They won the whole…
The pitcher is betrayed by a shortstop sweeping the dirt with glove, ball still spinning somewhere in the outfield grass. The run scores. The batter flies around first, then retreats back to the base, kicking the mud off his cleats….
I watched him start his swing, but I think I heard a POP first. My heart leapt within me. He followed through, hands dangling, bat in the dust. How did I know in half a second that this ball would…
Jason Heyward cheered from the cover of Sports Illustrated. There were only five or six copies remaining in the rack, fingerprints smudged on his shoes. Perhaps some deviant had reached for Heyward’s heel, only to be crushed by his metal…
He took a strike, and then he nearly swung through another. The ball just grazed his bat and fell somewhere beyond the chalk. The next one he would not miss. The next one he did not swing at, so indeed…
She shook her head no. Just day campers, lucky children clad in fluorescent t’shirts with bubble letters, could walk around the track outlining the baseball diamond. Not students? I asked. Because in two weeks – No. No. No. I stared…
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