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,…
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A pitcher tried to hit with a runner at third. The runner scraped his toe along the third baseline until his laces turned dusty. The man at home took a pitch, and took another one. He knocked mud off of…
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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…
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…
Concerning the tiny clods of dirt layered on the cleats of shoes: Might they remain after each series, and move from place to place? There, a bit of mud from Tampa, and a piece of dirt from Kansas City. Here,…
When the sun slips into a dusky grey, one gathers gloves with some reluctance. One picks up bats that lean against a backstop, and searches for baseballs in the tall grass somewhere in left center. Of course, there is a…
There was a field. Towering black netting and PVC pipe – kept in place with wooden boards – guarded home. Foul poles, some 250 feet away, kept the games fair. Every Fourth of July my uncle would mark out the…
Giants and Padres: Tyler Lindsey cracked a sinking line drive to left. Jarrett Parker dove into the grass, hat jostling, and misplayed the ball. Angels and A’s: Tyler Landendorf knocked a ball to right center, sliding safely into third after…