Grichuk wiped his brow with the back of his wrist. The wind had caught and tossed the ball into the wall. Three runs had scored. He could’ve caught it if he’d reached further. John Lackey glared at him from the…
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Jon Jay checked his swing on a skidding ball in the dirt. He ran to first on the walk. And Kolten Wong raised his bat to his shoulder. And dug his toe into the white chalk outlining home plate. He…
8-0 Giants, bottom of the 9th. I sat in the left field bleachers. Popcorn beneath my feet. A woman spilled beer on me in the top of 6th. I’d flipped my hat inside out, and wore it backwards since the…
It was 7-4 when I saw it first. The bottom of the 8th. Oakland led Kansas City in a wild card playoff game at Kauffman Stadium. I watched Lorenzo Cain at 1st. Eric Hosmer slammed a ball toward the right…
Soon I will walk through those iron gates, with torn ticket stub stuffed in my pocket. A woman will ask me if I want to buy a magazine: the cover featuring someone kneeling in the grass, exposing blue and white…