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The Beauty of Baseball
The Milwaukee Brewers won their first National League playoff game against the Chicago Cubs today. It was delicious to watch for a dozen reasons, not the least of which everyone in Milwaukee hates the Cubs and their manager, Craig Counsell, a hometown boy, former… Continue Reading “The Beauty of Baseball”
Spring Won’t Be the Same: Goodbye Bob Uecker
Our town’s baseball announcer died today and everyone is sad. He was 90 years old, still announcing for the Milwaukee Brewers last summer as he had for fifty-four years. Expert baseball folks, like my husband, could hear Bob Uecker slipping up now and then,… Continue Reading “Spring Won’t Be the Same: Goodbye Bob Uecker”
Denis Martinez’ Balls
Old County Stadium. Fall 1996. Brewers playing the Cleveland Indians. Mom, Dad, and 3 of 4 kids sitting about 20 rows up to the right (looking down) of the Indians’ dugout. Beautiful fall evening. Mellow. “DENIS!” “EL PRESIDENTE!!” Arms waving wildly, my husband stood up… Continue Reading “Denis Martinez’ Balls”
The Facts About Opening Day
We went to the Brewers’ Opening Day. We hadn’t been to a baseball game since October 2019. This is a big deal because one of us is a rabid baseball fan. The other is way less intense about it. Our seats were in the… Continue Reading “The Facts About Opening Day”
Denis Martinez’ Balls
Old County Stadium. Fall 1996. Brewers playing the Cleveland Indians. Mom, Dad, and 3 of 4 kids sitting about 20 rows up to the right (looking down) of the Indians’ dugout. Beautiful fall evening. Mellow. “DENIS!” “EL PRESIDENTE!!” Arms waving wildly, my husband stood up… Continue Reading “Denis Martinez’ Balls”
No Hope, No Baseball
I asked the guy sitting behind us where his buddies were. The three of them have been sitting behind us at baseball games for the past four years. For awhile the middle guy, Harry (the only one of them whose name I know) was… Continue Reading “No Hope, No Baseball”
My Field of Dreams
It’s a ballet of sorts. Maybe you’ve seen a guy, the last guy to leave the ball park, maybe he put his glove down and picked up a ball and bat and then tossed the ball high in the air and as it came… Continue Reading “My Field of Dreams”
99 New: Bummer
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out. —-Casey… Continue Reading “99 New: Bummer”
Picked Last
I want to play tag It’s just running I can run Everybody runs the same Tag is stupid, they say We should play ball, they say Let’s pick teams, they say I line up and wait Until the line is gone Hoping
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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