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Showing results for April, 2018

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

April 27, 2018 |

Imposter

Sammi LaBue

I hated practice, but I loved you.

April 25, 2018 |

Harry Quotes

Peter Witte

Well, if you're reading lips, you'll hear some words that are not necessarily used on family TV.

April 25, 2018 | Fiction

Single

Jon Lee-Casco

She grips the bat the proper way, the way Dad taught her. Right over left, the knuckles lined up like railroad tracks or piano keys, two of Dad’s many analogies thought up on the fly. Yet another:

April 24, 2018 |

2 Poems

Devin Kelly

It’s good, I think, that we forget.

April 24, 2018 |

Rally Cap

Eric Sentell

Then she cupped my face in her hands just like my father and said, “You’re missing it!”

April 23, 2018 |

Two Asterisks

Shane Kowalski

The year everyone was hitting home runs, Barry Bonds made lunch with his arms.

April 21, 2018 | Poetry

Curveball

Ed Meek

It was a slow curve—a big bender,
spinning against the trajectory
of the ball. It hung

April 20, 2018 |

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.

April 19, 2018 | Poetry

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.

April 19, 2018 |

Home Run Heroes

Bob May

His gravesite at Holy Cross Cemetery brought a lump to my throat.

April 18, 2018 |

Past Time

Miranda Forman

Because fifteen feet and a quarter-sized hunk of aluminum is nothing against the smell of oiled leather...

April 17, 2018 |

Reporting Near Calvary Church

Jay Lee Ellis

Just mid-February but a day like summer

April 16, 2018 |

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.

April 13, 2018 |

Balls and Strikes II: And the Word Was God

Richard Johnston

I suppose all sports officials are gods of a sort...

April 12, 2018 |

Alexis

Alex Perez

After a loss, I’d seen him throw his gear in the garbage and denounce baseball altogether.

April 11, 2018 | Nonfiction

This is my brain on baseball

Alice Lowe

Crack! The sound of impact, ball on bat...

April 10, 2018 | Fiction

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.

April 6, 2018 |

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.

April 4, 2018 | Nonfiction

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.

April 3, 2018 | Poetry

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.

April 2, 2018 | Poetry

The Kid

Bryce Emley

I don’t think it made a sound.