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that evening. The better part of two months did not exist for
To wit: in 2004 alone, you saw the Red Sox win the World
Series for the first time since the decade that the Titanic
games only three times. The first? 1912, also the year that
But do you, Willie Cobb, give a shit about any of this, even
ten years later? No, the only part of Autumn oh-one which
have been gone, but Derek said life goes on. And so on it
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NY Daily News article all morning. Yet, when it was your time
Thunder in hand, the spikes below your feet grind deep into
your temple, where a tactical mind draws final plans for the
you, the on deck circle is where battles are won and fear is
loathed.
than you, had been slightly off his game, getting outs, until
curve’s bite was actually just a big, fat bark being left out
over the plate for a bigger dog to devour, like a rabid wolf
plate, the path of your attack has become clear. Most hitters
Strike one, a hard dart, snaps into leather, a pitch that even
break his confidence for the next guy watching on deck. Just
The second strike is more of the same and just as the cocky
take a shower and start searching the local want ads for a
figuring that even he can catch a dumb fish every now and
The ball ricochets off the mound, towards third, and now the
base is too far, you won’t make it…a throw, a lunge, a step,
a snap. “Safe!”
groping at her first tittie. Taking the base wasn’t a steal, but
was it a gift from the Gods? No, Willie Cobb earns his own
rewards. Another bad pitch gets swatted just past your head,
Runners at the corners and only one man down. The game is
Willie, you’ve gotta get your candied mulatto ass back home,
first.
The infield is in tight, overplaying to prevent a run during a
beers in both hands, but you and the secret anguish in all
those faces know that one ground ball may kill this moment
—your moment. Now was the only right time to make your
comes…
You make your break before the ball crosses mound dirt,
Willie versus the fast ball—first to home may still lose. The
of our Pastime. Ten feet out, the catcher has the ball and
moves to block the plate. Five feet out, your eyes aren’t
the air escaping from the Stadium, and finally, the sound of
echo makes the easy call. The stadium itself was quaking,
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tiger.
that was never something that burdened the rest of your life.
know your father, to feel his embrace, to hear him say, “Son,