I haven’t cried this much in a Starbucks since I had to work at one starting at 5 a.m. every day. It wasn’t so bad as long as the Seahawks won, and of course Howard Schultz visited. But here in…
Tag: loss
I was only 14 when McGwire hit 70 home runs in 1998. Earlier that summer I worried that I’d miss his 62nd home run while paddling a canoe on a Missouri lake, far removed from secular radio: including broadcasts. I…
Stephen Piscotty hit a line drive – and Mike Matheny stared at the third base coach, spitting until dirt mixed into mud. It’s only the second inning – a fan whispers that St. Louis has dropped the first two games…
He crossed his arms, resting his head against the windowpane. Somewhere near Toledo he opened up, pins pricking his wrists as if someone carried a grudge against him. He worked with his hands, carrying swaths of leather sewn together into…
St. Louis players walked toward their plane, heads down, ties around their necks. Losing is not mysterious. They did it to themselves, kicking the ball around the infield in Game 2. Their sick pitcher afflicted swaths of the Midwest with…
I don’t think my dog liked baseball. He just liked to sit with me. We’d lounge on a futon, analyzing prospects in spring training. He’d curl up on a blanket, then take my seat if I left for a second….
Felix, I thought you’d be better. I had a chance to sit in your throne as I wandered the halls of Safeco. Clearly, it was unoccupied. I mean. You were pitching and all. Not well. But. You’ll pitch again. Your…
The game was set to end as expected. Nothing complicated in a box score. No story to relay. A few hits; a home run. A young pitcher came back from injury. Another player got hurt. When it’s normal, it’s nice….
I can still see the growing green grass covering the lumps and molehills of a baseball diamond. A slice of a red barn cuts through my vision. And somewhere, where I can’t see, my grandfather walks between the yellow backhoe…
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…