Saturday night in Seattle and I'm back at Safeco. I kind of wish I could call it something other than that. I could just say, "the ballpark." That's better than some insurance company's name. Anyway, I'm at the ballpark, sitting in the upper deck and munching on a chicken katsu plate from Uwajimaya (yes, bring … Continue reading It’s All About Telling a Story
I don't want to write about a losing team. At least for a while. The Mets had a fabulous start. Unstoppable, practically, until we were stopped, and haven't started again, and now we're at least 10 games out of first place. We'll see how this thing goes, or doesn't. But in the meantime, I've gone … Continue reading Rooting for the Home Team
Weird, right? I've been to two Mariners games now at Safeco Field. I, obviously, am not a Mariners fan. I don't even really follow American League baseball that much. But it is a lovely ballpark with great sight lines and amenities. The tickets are inexpensive. I can walk there after work. And when I'm there, I … Continue reading Safeco Field is My Safe Place in Seattle
Dr. John Gottman, my boss, discovered that committed relationships need to hit a 5:1 ratio of positivity to negativity. Well, I'm in a committed relationship with the New York Mets, and we're 5-1 and in first place in the National League East.
There's still something magical happening in National League baseball in New York City, and that's been happening for a while now. There's no way to tell if the 2018 Mets will tap fully into a real chance at a championship, but after a couple of days of spirited and emotional play at the start of the season, I have a feeling that this one will be worth the ride.
I sat in the conference room, sweating with my white shirt collar too tight around my neck, the wool suit too warm, my palms leaving fogged traces of my fingers on the black surface of the table. The door opened and I took a deep breath, and the boss walked in—the person who held the … Continue reading From MFA to LLC
There's a satisfaction to playing catch. The steady rhythm of it, the slow windup and release, the sound of a glove snapping shut. The feel of the red laces on your fingers as you grip the ball, the sun setting, the can of beer getting warm as it sits in the grass, waiting for you … Continue reading Playing Catch at Night, Learning How to Throw
Most sports are variations on the same basic premise: there’s your territory and the other guy’s territory. The field, court, rink, is split in half. Your job is to get the ball or puck past the other guy—into his territory—and score. Your job is also to defend your own turf and make sure he doesn’t score … Continue reading A Vast Open Field
Now that the Mets are in the middle of a seventeen-game stretch with no days off, I better not get behind in my poem count. I owe two today, so here are two bad poems about trying to play baseball as a kid when you're not very good at it. Also, the Mets keep killing … Continue reading Two Poems, Big Wins
Alright, so, it happened. I got distracted with my life and I got behind by five poems. So, today, here are five baseball haiku. They're not very good. But I can say that I did them, they work together as a poetic narrative sequence, and now I'm caught up. Oh, and the Mets are killing … Continue reading Five Baseball Haiku