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April 29, 2019 | Nonfiction

Stomping Grounds

Chad Schuster

The solidity of contact is registered first in the hands. The knowledge radiates outward from there. 

April 29, 2019 | Poetry

Autograph

Scott Palmieri

I have torn up the boy whose baseball
You are signing again.
He was beautiful,
As you are, Brooks Robinson,
As you lean your name back, a lefty’s autograph,
Your glove hand, the one that

April 26, 2019 | Nonfiction

In the Crypt of the Cathedral

Alicia Winokur

“You can’t pee here,” Brendan tells me as I climb inside the doorway leading into the belly of the Green Monster. What he means is that you shouldn’t pee here. Manny Ramirez did once, during the

April 26, 2019 | Fiction

At Old Seals Stadium

Steven Kennedy

Old Seals Stadium is a shopping center now. It is a parking lot, a grocery store, a 24 Hour Fitness, a Ross Dress for Less, a Japanese dollar store. I get all my errands done at old Seals Stadium—all

April 25, 2019 | Fiction

Waiting For the Break

Caleb Michael Sarvis

I’m sitting on our carpet, legs crossed, beer in my crotch. 

April 24, 2019 | Poetry

Team of Goofballs

Janet Bowdan

It's their first practice in good spring weather,
not only not raining, not cold, but full of light.

April 24, 2019 | Poetry

A Good Game

Maria Sebastian

good game
good game
good game

April 23, 2019 | Fiction

Role Model

Greg Oldfield

He said that Thompson could be the fastest to hit five hundred, a first ballot Hall of Famer, but I just nodded and sipped my coffee.

April 22, 2019 | Nonfiction

Big League Chew

Margaret Madole

Wrigley had put out a study claiming that gum chewing increased performance on assessments and my elementary school took it as gospel, sending letters home asking for us to bring it on test days. Marshall brought Big League Chew. 

April 22, 2019 | Poetry

Litany for Those Awaiting Bill Mazeroski at Home Plate after His Home Run to Beat the Yankees in the 1960 World Series

Joseph Bathanti

Blessed be the millwrights on the open hearth that awaited him; the nurses and elevator operators; secretaries; plumbers; electricians

April 20, 2019 |

"Talkin' Bout Practice": quitters

Alyssa Oursler

The first doctor who called said I couldn’t play. The scan showed stress fractures and the only remedy was rest. It would have been a blessing the diagnosis came between seasons but, for me,

April 19, 2019 |

The Bottom of the Order: A Photograph of Gaylord Perry Being Investigated for Foreign Substances

Andrew Forbes

Gaylord Perry toiled for twenty-two seasons in the majors, and the look on his face suggests it was hard toil indeed.

April 18, 2019 | Poetry

The Slugger, The Ace, The Shortstop, The Catcher, The Pinch Hitter

Jose Hernandez Diaz

The solitude. In the summer, I dine. On hot dogs. And fast balls. Go Dodgers!

April 17, 2019 | Fiction

Summer League

Terrance Wedin

Take your pick. Me, they said I hung my off-speed stuff, lost track of the count, lacked mental toughness. I waved off too many signs.

April 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Béisbol 

Francisco Martínezcuello

When I am young I wish I were invisible so that the white boys will stop screaming, “Go back where you came from.”

April 16, 2019 | Poetry

In July, 2002, The Mascot Answers A Question

Robert Halleck

I joined the crowd and bought an XL.

April 15, 2019 | Poetry

Quiz

Robert Clinton

1. What company made the gum drops called Fancy Nancies after the famous Beantown slugger duo?  

April 14, 2019 |

The Art of the Blowout

Mark Neeley

April 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

An Abbreviated Directory of Women in Baseball

Courtney Preiss

Kinsella, Annie: Cinnamon-haired romantic lead in Field of Dreams. Played with zeal by Amy Madigan. Equal parts romantic and pragmatic, she raised a farm and a daughter, vanquished small-town Nazism, and offered unconditional support to her crazy-ass ghost-loving husband.

April 11, 2019 | Fiction

Fan Interference 

Thomas Genevieve

The smell of grilled hot dogs is in the near distance. 

April 10, 2019 | Poetry

The Gospel According to the First Base Umpire 

John McDonough

And everyone in section ten is standing

April 9, 2019 | Fiction

When Gills Gets Sent Down

John Jodzio

After tonight, I’ll be demoted to my parents’ couch and a job at my uncle’s lumberyard.

April 8, 2019 | Poetry

Ode to Baseball

Jimmy Pappas

Everyone was welcome. No one was cut 
in this league.

April 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

Your Name Comes From Him

Thomas Gresham

You cannot think of baseball without thinking of your grandpa. The two forever tangled in each’s DNA.

April 3, 2019 | Poetry

Past Time

Molly Brown

I practically worship, use
to fill an empty life.

April 2, 2019 | Nonfiction

Ken Smiled with His Eyes

Jeff Barker

Later that evening, Ken Caminiti died alone in a bug infested Bronx drug house.

April 2, 2019 | Interview

An Interview With Mary Laura Philpott

Haley Sherif

The wonderful thing about teenagers — which is what he is now — is that they are very focused on their own lives and not the least bit interested in what their parents are up to.

April 1, 2019 |

The Bottom of the Order: Overrunning It

Andrew Forbes

Then maybe head over to the State Park near Orange City to rent a canoe and paddle gator-infested waters, strafed by black vultures and large, fictional-looking birds, for the chance to see some manatees, large and stationary in the gentle current of a warm, clear river. 

March 31, 2019 | Nonfiction

B is for Breakfast

Alice Lowe

“I’ll be right up,” I said, seeking the comfort of the remaining parental arms. But no, he told me, “wait until morning.”

March 30, 2019 | Fiction

The Conquest of Bread

Joshua Hebburn

It tasted like apple cider — apple and something astringent — cinnamon, a strong cinnamon, warming, brown sugar, and sprinkled throughout the loaf, unadvertised, was some kind of dried fruit with a mild taste — raisins, probably — partially rehydrated by the thawing process.