The game comes to a dramatic conclusion and Zack reflects on the results.
The game has some last-minute drama as it approaches its conclusion.
Zack is out of the game, but his inner turmoil doesn’t take a break as he remembers one of the most traumatic moments of his youth.
Zack’s final trip to the mound takes a grievous emotional toll.
As Zack’s mental state becomes more fragile, he remembers a difficult encounter with his dad.
Zack struggles with how to handle the controversy that swirled around the team during the season.
The tide of the game starts to turn and an adolescent Zack is pulled away from baseball and toward other interests.
Zack’s memories of his father mix with the drama of his most recent season as he and his team struggle to keep pace with the opposition.
Everyone thinks Anna Karenina ends with the title character throwing herself under a train, finally destroyed by a passionate but ill-advised love affair. Sometime in the middle of spring training, I was talking with a friend and he mentioned how the Reds were about to break his heart for six months (we are both Reds fans). Nearly […]
Zack’s team ties the game on the field, but inside Zack is still tied in knots reminiscing about his father.
In Chapter Two, the game on the field begins, as does Zack’s quest to remember positive memories from childhood.
In the book’s first chapter, an impossible choice — mourn a suddenly-deceased father, or pitch in the World Series?
There’s no better time than January to fix some of baseball’s biggest imaginary problems.
This week, a look at the best pitchers who are the sole major leaguers from their hometowns.
A look at the greatest players from small towns.
A look at pitchers who aren’t quite good enough to be the best.
Some of the best players ever aren’t even the best players from their hometowns.
David Ross got one chance to be a big league starter. It’s a shame he never got another.
Your favorite version of WAR might say something very different from mine. Who’s right and how do we handle it?
Baseball is poetry. This column is about baseball. We’ll leave it at that.