“Every pitch matters; we don’t need loss to remind us. We need grace while the sea resets its shores.”
Venus Williams is the same age as Albert Pujols. Contrary to what you may have heard, he is definitely 39 years old, the same age as the elder Williams sister, who lost to 15-year-old Coco Gauff in the Wimbledon first round. When you’re playing tennis at age 39, there are no expectations, just awe. Williams…
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The Las Cruces Vaqueros suspended baseball activity in 2015. A few months ago, a notice appeared scheduling tryouts. Anticipate the future. Think about it. Unaffiliated with majors or minors, join the Pecos League in the high or low desert. Champion Bakersfield Train Robbers fans nearly moony for bandanna’ed mascot share the same logo with two…
You cannot argue balls and strikes, and the rest comes down to instant replay. So when it comes to borderline calls, the only ones we can (and should) question is their decision to post. So let’s rank the hashtags used in its promotion: #OneGameSuspension – This one’s completely accurate. It is about a one game…
In 2001 he was arrested for misdemeanor criminal trespassing; the newspapers didn’t go into details, probably because they didn’t have any details. It’s the sort of crime where someone decides they don’t like where you are. The original complaint came, they said, when someone saw him trying to deposit an empty envelope into an ATM…
I sometimes like to see the flag flapping at the top of a construction crane. The loneliness of the flap, the anthem’s punch line, consoles me like the moon or a good cloud. When a vulnerable person sings the anthem, the crowd sweeps me up in the swell. I can resist strong performances; a wavering…
The teacher handed me an envelope, and my heart started racing. I never got envelopes. I never got called out. I was very much a background character of my second grade class, putting my books in my bag and thinking about Nintendo. I wondered what it could be. Had I won a prize? Had they…
I don’t care much for championships. It’s very easy to just come out and say this when the sports team that I like is bad, but I’ve always been on the record with this opinion, even when they were in the World Series. Even if I didn’t, it shouldn’t matter, because I think changing your…
Reunion answers questions better left alone. What we look like together, on a team again. If the wind has teeth it’s not to bite with but rather scratch from hip down to ankle, to strip one pinstripe away and chill your flank. What ever changed except the date on the calendar. Not you. Still, the…
Look, I’ve got no idea what’s going on at MLB HQ. The Mishandling of Everything Committee is hard at work, turning Rob Manfred mid-sleep night whispers into bylaws. The mascot spaying and neutering division has fallen way behind. People are accidentally ingesting baseball weightlessness serum and floating into ceiling fans. Who knows. All we have…
It has long been told Cincinnati had the first professional baseball team, back in the days when baseball was two words. The name “Reds” was short for “Red Stockings,” referring to the color of the socks. It is very likely that team no longer exists in Cincinnati, given there is already a team in the…
Peppering the air with cracker jack tossing it by the handful into the bullpen I think we made a mistake Everybody on the elevator did Haven’t heard a helicopter around home lately Back east it was often Middle west it’s aw shucks A hat with a fish on it A fish with a hat on…
The noises can only echo so long, Johnnie LeMaster. Each groan and sigh ricochets off the concrete And is absorbed by it, eaten by the grass. The lone and level sands erased The works of Ozymandias, and yet Still more despair: it also wore away The empty evenings, the lonely children Mistakes, misfortune, misdeeds. The…
Twenty years ago Jay Bell had a career year for the Diamondbacks: a 131 DRC+ highlighted by a career-best (and team-best) 38 home runs. He helped Arizona reach the playoffs in their second year of existence, but one home run changed everything for a family. You may not remember the Diamondbacks, as in those Diamondbacks….
Willians Astudillo stares out at the mound. Many would say he is waiting for the pitch, but that’s not really true. It implies some agency on the part of the pitch. Now the pitch waits for Willians Astudillo. Almost three months have passed since Astudillo last struck out. It was a bad call, a pitch…