File under "baseball", "political activism"

Glory thought, that strange and particular grace a man's body seems never to forget. Scooping up grounders and throwing sidearm. When her brothers were at home, even Jack would play baseball. That may have been why they were all so taken up with it. Even Jack would be drawn into arguments about records and statistics. He would sit around the radio with the rest of them to listen to the games. And sometimes when he played on a team he would make a beautiful catch or lay down a perfect bunt, exactly sufficient to circumstance as he never was elsewhere, and there would be a general happiness that included him, for a little while at least. She had forgotten all that....He put the mitt on his hand and popped the ball into the pocket with the flick of his wrist. That ancient gesture.

--Marilynne Robinson, Home


Marilynne Robinson and Phil Rizzuto are basically my dream team of basball announcers. Enough of ESPN idiots and John Sterling, the fool! Yes, we get it - you can't predict baseball.

Chant with me, if you will:

What do we want?! The slow food school of baseball analysis!
When do we want it?! Within our lifetimes, ideally, but if not our own, perhaps our children's children's!