In Episode 5 of The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show, Dave Roderick sits down with poet Daniel Anderson to chat about his latest collection, The Night Guard at the Wilberforce Hotel, finding the rhythm in lines of poetry, and baseball....more
Posts Tagged: baseball
When you read Roger Angell, you can (it’s cheesy, but true!) smell clover and hear the crack of a baseball against a baseball bat. Angell is synonymous with baseball writing, and this week, he’s being inducted into the Hall of Fame....more
When summer arrived, the butler for the newcomer the villagers called “Mister Way”—they couldn’t pronounce Hemingway—came into town to fetch the boys. He left the house and followed the long drive to the gate, turned into the village, gathered the boys from their homes and led them back to the Finca, where they found a baseball diamond marked out in the grass....more
Our beloved illustrator Jason Novak collaborated with Mike Duncan for a New Yorker piece about performance enhancement in baseball.
You see, if we ban steroids because they’re unnatural, it only makes sense to “cleanse America’s pastime of all artificial enhancements.”
Novak’s drawings bring these “artificial enhancements” to life, from open-reduction internal-fixation surgery to Phiten necklaces (“just kidding, these things don’t actually do anything”)....more
From Ernest Lawrence Thayer’s “Casey at the Bat” to Chad Harbach’s The Art of Fielding, there’s something about baseball stories that captures our imaginations.
Have baseball movies done the same? Maybe, but with much less artistic integrity, argues Kevin Courrier in a Critics at Large post about baseball movies in general and this year’s 42 in particular....more
Tom Barbash talks with author and reporter Hart Seely about winning ballgames from your couch, Donald Rumsfeld, faking sanity, and the fate of quality journalism in the online era of click chasing....more
Neil deGrasse Tyson (Astrophysicist, American Museum of Natural History. Author: Space Chronicle, The Pluto Files. Host: StarTalk Radio) on Baseball:
@AllStarGame compells me to Tweet what Baseball looks like through the lens of an astrophysicist…
> In the 1960s, when we still dreamed, we named a dome, a baseball team, and even the artificial turf they played on “Astro”
> If baseball reported averages to 4 decimal places instead of 3, then a three-hundred hitter would be batting “three thousand”
A few weeks ago, I stayed in on a Friday night reading Hannah Arendt’s essay “What is Freedom?”...more
Chad Harbach’s The Art of Fielding is not actually a baseball novel; it’s a college novel, a great college novel....more
Baseball’s spring training—really winter training—seems pretty superfluous these days. Most players employ personal training staffs, stay in top shape year-round, and hone their skills relentlessly with the aid of the most advanced technologies available.
Yet still they arrive at camp for a month and a half of training and exhibition games each February, all of which could likely be cut down to a couple of weeks at most, with a review of fundamentals and the necessary player cuts and reassignments....more
“As the writer wrestles with his book and his family, we reexamine our thoughts about the writer. It’s a performance in which writer and reader have equal billing.”...more
“I think that the greatest analogy between baseball and writing, or even life, is that the game is designed for its players to fail.”...more
Rabbis get great seats. Or at least my brother does: for the last ten years or so, my older brother Steve has had a pulpit job at a large suburban temple in the Baltimore area. Many members of the congregation have a latent Jewish urge to impress their rabbi, to treat Steve well, and they’re only too happy to throw a few baseball tickets my brother’s way now and then.
“The October wind plays tricks on a man when the last breeze of summer meets the first chill of winter in the stands at Fenway Park. When other teams in other parks are playing out the World Series, the air in the Fens hangs heavy with failed hopes, and the vapors of a malevolent frustration issue forth to poison the dreams of the Olde Towne’s troubled sleep.” A short story for opening week that ran in The Boston Phoenix in 1989....more