Alan Pell Crawford on trying to find a baseball game amidst the FUNN in Richmond. Things are better in Batavia, though my friend Tom Williams and I annually threaten to sponsor “Pastoral Night,” during which amplified sound is banned, and the air is nicely filled with stadium chatter, the crack of the bat, the sound of ball meeting glove, and cursing of the umps from the beer deck. (I do love Jim Bouton’s description herein of “Bladder Buster Night”; I propose we work up a variation for the Front Porch conference this fall.)
The comments opposed to the article are hilarious. By the way h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s is how I spell disappointing.
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