Late in the Game
Another season come and gone without a hit, without a run, without a homer o’er the fence imagined once by circumstance. No uniform in sunset glow. No leaping catch, no hurried throw. No home run … Read more
Another season come and gone without a hit, without a run, without a homer o’er the fence imagined once by circumstance. No uniform in sunset glow. No leaping catch, no hurried throw. No home run … Read more
Mantle’s dead. The world is upside down. Drunk on fastballs; missed the hanging curve. Now no more facades. Gone the oil and leather. Left to limp alone this outfield stretch of time. Warning tracks in … Read more