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When he swings and misses – everyone has left you alone. When he takes a pitch – you have time to think. Time to reconsider. When the ball floats past his heart, which the strike zone used to cover –…
A man leapt over the bag with his arm outstretched, sweat dripping from his elbow. He looked something like an angel wearing a crown cast from golden wires and paper stars. Another man dove for the base while the first…
I opened up a box. I found some cords for something. They’ve got to be for something. Here’s a button-down shirt I got six years ago. The Cards fell behind by a run. They fell behind to Chicago. And speaking…
He hit it toward the warning track. The ball didn’t clear the fence, or pop off the wall. If so the fielder could catch the ball as it ricocheted. And the runner would stop at second; he’d have to. The…
He twitches, and pouts, and stares. He watches a man standing on a pile of dirt. The man on the pile glares. The first man, called a Thief, takes his pace: 1, 2, 3 down the line. The second man,…
In the future, the fields will be small, because the players won’t grow up. by
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Why does he walk up and down a little dirt pile? He dangles his arm when he stands still. And he stares at a man in a mask 60 feet away. He might glare at another masked man, too. Perhaps…