Monday, April 06, 2009

Play ball

Nothing jocular today, just an appreciation that baseball season is back.



Blogger Doug Shugarts said...

From Updike's piece about seeing Ted Williams's last at-bat at Fenway:

"The crowd looked less like a weekday ballpark crowd than like the folks you might find in Yellowstone National Park, or emerging from automobiles at the top of scenic Mount Mansfield. There were a lot of competitively well-dressed couples of tourist age, and not a few babes in arms. A row of five seats in front of me was abruptly filled with a woman and four children, the youngest of them two years old, if that. Some day, presumably, he could tell his grandchildren that he saw Williams play. Along with these tots and second-honeymooners, there were Harvard freshmen, giving off that peculiar nervous glow created when a quantity of insouciance is saturated with insecurity; thick-necked Army officers with brass on their shoulders and lead in their voices; pepperings of priests; perfumed bouquets of Roxbury Fabian fans; shiny salesmen from Albany and Fall River; and those gray, hoarse men—taxidrivers, slaughterers, and bartenders—who will continue to click through the turnstiles long after everyone else has deserted to television and tramporamas."

April 06, 2009  
Anonymous Biff Tannen said...


April 06, 2009  
Anonymous Biff Tannen said...

P.S. Thanks to Doug for the beautiful Updike excerpt.

April 06, 2009  

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