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Three Strikes
Anthony Michael Morena
1. It is 1994 and baseball is on strike so I will not see the first place Yankees advance to the playoffs and win the World Series.
You may doubt that the Yankees would have actually won the
Trading Heroes
Travis Kiger
“So I started collecting baseball cards.”
WHEN ONE MORNING I WOKE UP MISSING JOEY CARUSO, THE BEST SECONDBASEMAN I EVER PLAYED WITH. I COULDN’T SHAKE IT OFF, THIS MISSING. SO I WROTE THIS POEM
Devin Kelly
It means nothing now but it meant enough then, enough to change a life, to alter the smooth rhythmic turning of the world.
Carl Mays Kills Ray Chapman
Andrew Butler
He doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t want any.
That’s the only way Mays can pitch,
because he doesn’t play the game
of fraternity formed on summer ballfields.
The Big Inning: Game 95 // Ninth Inning, Chicago // The Cubbies Win the Pennant
Brendan Donley
What can be said about this game that hasn’t already been said about Christmas morning? Better than that. The first day of a summer break. Better than that. Evening fireworks on the 4th of July. That, too. Better than all. A graduation, an engagement, a marriage, a festival, a celebration. An outdoor fete to anything.
The Big Inning: Game 69 // Seventh Inning, Los Angeles // A Silent Gift, for Vin Scully
Brendan Donley
Vin Scully alone in a broadcast booth, talking by himself, talking to us. Assuring the world that all’s well in Dodgeralia. Calm. Composed. At home, in a park he’ll depart at season’s end. Handpicking his words, off endless branches, branches’ branches, in a deep memory he builds, maintains over many years, keeps polished like a jewel.
Cross Country
Sandra Marchetti
Whenever I
fly I search
for the baseball
diamonds.
Batter's Box Picture
Josh Kalscheur
Me at my most beautiful. Me locked in. Me sacrifice stance.
Peggy Park, August 1992
Bryan Washington
Micah turned pro and the rest of us went regular.
He Felt the Crowd Beating in His Heart: Rajai Davis & Game 7 of the 2016 World Series
Jason Koo
It is a game of beautiful pauses, pauses that take up so much of the game’s duration that calling them “pauses” seems inaccurate; the moments of action, rather, are what interrupt the long stretches of inaction.
Off The Diamond
Zebulon Huset
He could say from experience
that Babe Ruth was an asshole,
but he never said it on the field.
Delayed Romance
Aaron Sinner
Ten years removed from my youth baseball experience, I find myself in a car with four baseball-obsessed college buddies, headed toward the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome to see the Minnesota Twins play a mid-September game against the Detroit Tigers. I have no idea why I’m here.
Three Poems
David Byron Queen
How fucking weird is the knuckle ball?
Nineteen Eighty-Four: After Charles Simic
Kyle Bilinski
That was the year Dave Kingman’s pop fly never came down at the Metrodome
Nineteen players were ejected during the Padres/Braves brawl
Angel Mike Witt threw a perfect game against the
Baseball Game in a Small Southern Town
M. A. Istvan Jr.
Before the nasty glances, which I sense to be for me, I shake my downcast head, grin in disappointment, and mutter “Damn.”
Another evening down at the ballpark
Scott Ray
While waiting in my car outside your house I counted thirteen wrinkled ticket stubs I’d tucked inside the glovebox after games
to serve as some reminder of the season so far.
Playing Baseball Mediocrely but Playing Baseball with Pure Joy
Julia Dixon Evans
I wanted to focus on the real victims, unthinkable crimes against them, but I kept coming back to those batting cages, to that uniform in Coach B's house.
Baseball is a Reason
Thomas Locicero
Baseball is, if nothing else, a reason, and so it is everything:
Diversion
Annie Maroon
While he runs, you think about how long it’s been since you stepped on a baseball field. Your chest fills up with sharp fragments of Little League afternoons, standing in left field praying for something to do and dreading it at the same time
Right Field Line
Dylan Taylor
The victors every year were The Plague. They were barrel chested, they were drunk, they were titans, hitting pitch after pitch back to the fences were the Classics hid their weaker players.
"Wade Boggs"
Jeremy Rice
You look like you just walked out of a punt, pass and kick contest. We gotta make you look sick."
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