Every Tuesday and Thursday (usually), Too Far From Town shines a light on the 42 (really 43) minor league baseball teams in danger of losing their major league baseball affiliations, effectively leaving them for dead. Today we focus on the Clinton LumberKings, the Class A affiliate of the Miami Marlins. You could take in the previous installments here.
Son, I don’t want you going to Alliant Energy Field anymore. That mascot Louie bulked up, a year after they had that Steroid Awareness Night when they just so happened to win 16-2.
It took 35 years, but we finally got over 100,000 fans in a season. Reaganomics works!
Oh Betty, they’re not starving, their young metabolisms keep them lean. Candy would just make them unmotivated.
Son, we come from Clinton, Iowa. I don’t see why you don’t volunteer that information to the world. 13 millionaires live here, more millionaires per capita than any town or city in the U.S. of A. We left King George III six score ago to genuflect to the Mississippi River and the inventor of sawmills instead. We made off like bandits in that trade. We never need to ask for anything ever again.
Son, did you get your 10th win tonight?
Actually we met on Thirsty Thursdays at Alliant Energy Field. Or maybe it was Ashford U Field by then? Whatever.
Yeah, she talked about Kurt at the Curtis Mansion in Clinton. I miss him.
As I look at Riverview Stadium, I can’t help but thank God for the WPA.
Son, were you at Fifth Amendment Night at Alliant Energy Field even though you were grounded? Don’t you McGwire me.
Did you hear about the Iowa U. kid shadowing the LumberKings? Lil’ Shakespeare drove some of the players to Wal-Mart a few times and spotted a postcard from Derek Holland on Grandma Betty’s fridge thanking her for the candy and thinks he’s Roger Kahn.
Sir, 26,885 is the population of the town. The stadium only seats 5,500. Screw ‘em.
Poor Kurt. He’s teaching at the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop now. He’s on his second decade trying to write that damn World War II Dresden novel.
I don’t care what you say, I can smell the corn syrup from the damn ADM factory more than the ethanol.
Actually, we met on Thirsty Thursday at Riverview. Or was it Alliant Energy Field by then? Hon?
Son, I’m sorry I grounded you for three months for yelling “Dick Lines” over and over again. I didn’t realize he threw a no-hitter. But you’re still not allowed to leave the attic. The way you said “Six of Lines’ last nine victories have been shutouts! Nice!” was an indescribable type of disturbing. Gave me the willies. Sleep tight. President Eisenhower will give you a spanking in the morning.
Son, Don Bacon is only 27 and he led Clinton to their first title. He’s a grand influence. You could learn a lot from him.
Oh boy, did you hear? Vonnegut finished that Dresden book. He made the character whose obviously him “unstuck in time.” What the hell? It’s like he wants to be forgotten.
Son, I’m as happy as you are Beaverton, Oregon’s own Chuck Wanke threw a no-hitter for our Clinton boys, but the nonstop giggling is too much. Stay in the attic. President George H.W. Bush will be here in the morning for your spanking.
Son, do you even know why you’re pointing and laughing at Don Bacon shaking hands with the Oscar Meyer guy? President Kennedy is busy, but fortunately Vice President Lyndon Johnson was more than happy to fly in and give you a spanking in the morning.
Yeah Dad, I got a perfect game.
Art (Lumberkings portrait): Sarah R. Ingber
Music: Davy Andrews
Prose: Roger Cormier
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