A Personal Inventory

Here I am, full of days. Maybe you know what I mean. You let enough time pass through you and pretty soon you start to feel the world within you winding down. There’s this greater, increasingly unfamiliar friction to your days, and the appetite packs up its bags and goes looking elsewhere for its beefsteaks … Read more

Oh…

Here, it seems, is where we are. Right here. And for what purpose are we here? Do we have anything resembling a mission statement? No, no, it appears that we do not have anything resembling a mission statement. Nor, apparently, do we have even a general idea regarding what it is we are up to. … Read more

Monday

We have all been expelled from the garden, but the ones who suffer most in exile are those who are still permitted to dream of perfection. –Stanley Kunitz, “Reflections” As God was his witness, the guy said, he was not shitting me. What he was telling me was exactly the fucking truth. Look at him. … Read more

God Only Knows

And you, what do you seek? —Rene Daumal The love of books is for children who glimpse in them a life to come, but I have come to that life and feel uneasy with the love of books. This is my life, time islanded in poems of dwindled time. There is no other world. —Robert … Read more

In the Immortal Words Of Senor Wences…

Inside-the-park homerun? An 0-2 wild pitch with a runner on third? All those half-assed at-bats in the seventh and eighth innings? The inability, time and again, to get a big two-out hit? Four runs in two games? S’Awright. I don’t know what else to tell you. Maybe God doesn’t work day games.

Uplifting, Boys –Ever Heard Of It?

Eleven groundball outs through five, including six to the shortstop. And just as I finish typing those words, Michael Cuddyer launches a 411-foot homer into the left-field bleachers to cut Oakland’s lead to 2-1. …And Justin Morneau ties the game with an upperdeck blast to right. Adios, Estaban Loaiza. If I were Ken Macha I … Read more

It's A Damn Fine Day To Be Inside

First off all, it’s all already a blur, but were those really the Suburbs I saw playing “Rattle My Bones” out there on the field at the Dome before the game? I like that idea. I like that idea a lot. I also very much like the idea of the Twins taking an early lead … Read more

And On The First Day…

Pop-ups, Nick Punto, Barry Zito’s curveball, the wondrous Johan Santana, and a measure of redemption for Rondell White. 55,542 screaming fans. The tying run on third base with two outs in the eighth and the AL batting champ at the plate. And the guy who killed the Twins was a player that pretty much everybody … Read more

Faith Of Our Fathers

–Michael Langenstein, “Play Ball” Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief. –Mark, 9.24 Who hath believed our report? And to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed? –Isaiah, 53.1 And ye shall gird yourself for battle and go forth against that city where the wind blows without rest, and against the unbelievers for whom … Read more