The ushers set up a throne, and fans wore yellow shirts and crowns praising their King. A grounds crew member cleaned up the pitching mound, white spray paint lingering in the Puget Sound breeze. This was the Diamondbacks bullpen. Catchers…
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I suppose if I lived on an island, I’d play all day. I wouldn’t have to worry about whether I’d work for a living. I’d spend much of my time looking for food, and building a shelter, and finding ways…
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…
Play ball. Stretch and drink Red Bull. “Hello? Is it me you’re looking for?” – the only landline left in America. Get ready! Get ready! A ninth-inning walk. Ghosts. by