May 1, 2018 | Nonfiction
The Unfinished City
Barrett Bowlin
On my last night in Zhenjiang, the three other laowai and I—each of us western foreigners: three upstaters and a guy from Toronto—walk the condominium-lined miles out to the banks of the Yangtze river.
April 30, 2018 |
Yips
Michael Nye
When it began, he was deep in the hole, backhanding a two-hopper toward left field, and he rushed the throw, scooping it up, a cloud of dirt trailing off his glove like a cape as he raised his left
April 30, 2018 | Poetry
My Father Remembers, Forgets
Kathleen Hellen
Fifty cents for tickets in the bleachers—then. Fifty cents a railroad car to Pittsburgh.
A “marvel” they’d called it. Three tiers of steel, the façade terracotta, the balls off
the deck, bouncing.
April 27, 2018 | Nonfiction
Ground Rules
Shana Agid
Summers to Harridge, April 20, 1950: I am writing to inform you of the changes in the Washington ball park. It is rather difficult to explain but I will try to give you a picture.
Maybe you
Harry Quotes
Peter Witte
Well, if you're reading lips, you'll hear some words that are not necessarily used on family TV.
Rally Cap
Eric Sentell
Then she cupped my face in her hands just like my father and said, “You’re missing it!”
Two Asterisks
Shane Kowalski
The year everyone was hitting home runs, Barry Bonds made lunch with his arms.
Balls and Strikes III: Transfiguration
Richard Johnston
The victim was the leadoff hitter for the Matsushima Baseball Ocean Temple Gods in the bottom of the first.
Talk Show Poems & other miscellany
Elizabeth Ellen
Letterman wore khakis and the camera angled up his crotch. I watched every night or set my VCR to record on the rare occasion I left my apartment.
Home Run Heroes
Bob May
His gravesite at Holy Cross Cemetery brought a lump to my throat.
Past Time
Miranda Forman
Because fifteen feet and a quarter-sized hunk of aluminum is nothing against the smell of oiled leather...
Reporting Near Calvary Church
Jay Lee Ellis
Just mid-February but a day like summer
I Keep Bumping Into Candy Maldonado
Jordan Moffatt
I saw Candy the next time I went out. And the time after that. And the time after that.
Balls and Strikes II: And the Word Was God
Richard Johnston
I suppose all sports officials are gods of a sort...
Alexis
Alex Perez
After a loss, I’d seen him throw his gear in the garbage and denounce baseball altogether.
This is my brain on baseball
Alice Lowe
Crack! The sound of impact, ball on bat...
Having a Catch with Dad Is Much Harder Than Field of Dreams Makes It Out to Be
Patrick Walczy
In the original cut of the movie, Ray says, “You wanna have a catch?” But test audiences were disappointed with the complete lack of father-son acknowledgement.
Balls and Strikes I: Not about Astronauts
Richard Johnston
My friends lived for bottle rockets and Boy Scout merit badges; I, however, lived for called third strikes.
Congratulate Me, Too
Josh Sippie
I couldn’t cut my hair (I’m no sheep) and I sure as hell couldn’t change my love of the Houston Astros.
Three Poems
Karen J. Weyant
I ended up in right field, ponytail eschew, cap falling to the bridge of my nose, shadowing my freckled cheeks.
Soundtrack to Ugliness
Rani Neutill
Picture this: It’s 2004. I’m living in Berkeley, California. I swear I am a cool girl. I’m dating a rapper who has had some success. He’s got massive dreadlocks that differentiate him from everyone.