He stood in the dirt, staring at the third base coach. Had the coach considered the priesthood, or were those signs meaningful? Didn’t he talk about it one time while playing cards on the charter? Or, does that hand motion…
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May you stand in centerfield and twirl dandelion stems between your fingertips. At times, though, you will stand on your toes, your body stressed before a sprint to someplace that lies before you. You will stretch out for a sinking…
I walked into a lamp pole. It’s true. Twenty minutes prior, I stood at a bus stop, and caught my breath. No! I’d forgotten my Cardinals cap. I normally wear it during my commute and on lunch breaks. It’s a…
Brief hiatus. I walked into a lamp pole and knocked my head. No concussion, but taking it easy this weekend. xoxo. by
I stood in a crowded stadium, and someone else’s beer dripped off my Cardinal-red shoes. It was October, and no one else played. It was exactly what I’d dreamed of when I imagined attending this game. I wondered for 20…
There was much to consider before the field could be used again: References, relief, reports, reviews. Holidays, perhaps. Trips home and trips home again. Football jammed into brains for 4 days each week. But if you had a place to…
Pitchers and catchers will report in two weeks or so. There will be no more tears. Except in Chicago. No more floundering for ways to write about how laces blur into a satellite on the journey home. No more watching…
From here you can see the sun glinting off the silver boxes that say 26, 27, 28. You’re in the right row, gentle fan. But I’d walk closer. Stepping down the concrete. And I’d sit a few rows behind the…