He Bats Like A Lightning Rod.

Growing Up Is A Ritual, More Deadly Than Religion, More Complicated Than Baseball, For There Seem To Be No Rules. Everything Is Experienced For The First Time.

It Is The Same Game That Moonlight Graham Played In 1905. It Is A Living Part Of History, Like Calico Dresses, Stone Crockery, And Threshing Crews Eating At Outdoor Tables. It Continually Reminds Us Of What Was, Like An Indian-head Penny In A Handful Of New Coins.

I Knew How To Read Box Scores And Who The Baseball Heroes Were Before I Had Ever Seen Or Even Heard Much Of A Game.

Syzygy, Inexorable, Pancreatic, Phantasmagoria - Anyone Who Can Use Those Four Words In One Sentence Will Never Have To Do Manual Labor.

Read, Read, Read, Read And Then Read Some More.