“Oh? You’re working with the summer league up there?” a broadcaster asked. “No, I’m just … going there,” I said. Oh. Fairbanks? Beyond – to Bettles, pop. 12 on Wikipedia and 7 in reality. It’s a village 35 miles north…
Tag: burnout
Beloved baseball, what has happened? Between me and you. I used to cherish our time together. It seems that time is through. It’s not that there is something else that I would rather do. It’s only that I’m working more…
It seems like August, when left fielders stand in the sun and wonder if they might hold dandelions in their fingertips. Perhaps they might wonder about blossoms unfolding. They might lose themselves in bloom. And forget the sun lining their…