We cannot finish this game today. I know it’s not quite through. We’d play a dozen innings more If things were up to you. But we’ve played six innings, And another game’s beginning Tomorrow at some time. So today we’ll…
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Randal Grichuk waited for his pitch. Five times, he prepared. Five times, he returned to the dugout. He didn’t hit a sinking drive, caught at the shoelaces by the left fielder. He didn’t hit a sharp ground ball, snared by…
The critic doesn’t count; however: Consider the St. Louis Cardinals against the Detroit Tigers. The game was 3-3 in the bottom of the seventh at Busch Stadium. Jason Heyward nearly homered down the right field line, just pulling the ball…
Matt Carpenter hit a ball to the fence. Had it been a chain-link fence, outfielder Michael Bourn could’ve scaled it and reached for the ball, retrieving it with the edge of his glove. Perhaps, if there was a swimming pool…
John Lackey kept throwing out baseballs, seemingly wondering what was wrong with them. Corey Kluber kept throwing out Cardinals. He didn’t entice them to hit meek grounders that he could field and toss to his first baseman. He didn’t get…
Lance Lynn keeps striking out hitters, with three people on at once, and just one another time. He strikes out nine in six innings. He leaves with his team up 3-0. And Matt Carpenter takes a stance at home with…
Mark Reynolds hit from the right, with a pink bat in his hands and pink shoes on his feet. He hit a weak grounder to the pitcher to start the inning, but not because of his fashion. The Pirates’ lefty,…
St. Louis led this one by three entering the 9th inning. Trevor Rosenthal faced Gregory Polanco, who squinted at strike one and weakly knocked the next pitch into the stands. Foul. After a ball, Rosenthal sneered at his catcher, firing…
Kevin Siegrist kicked the air and fired a pitch toward home. Yadier Molina caught it, dust billowing from his glove like stars. But though the universe may expand, even an umpire has his limits. The ball was low and outside,…
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…