You have fallen onto another road. It’s a road that flows beyond Cooperstown, though many of those you’ll meet have been there, too. Come and see what there is to see.
Baseball is poetry. This column is about baseball. We’ll leave it at that.
Yu Darvish has mastered a dazzling repertoire of pitches. This one was particularly poetic …
In April, the weather’s always nicer outside of Wrigley Field than inside. But when the home team is ahead, the faithful always stay ’til the end.
Our flag flies at half-mast in this concrete poem dedicated to Marvin Miller.
Statistics drive the structure and sound of this poem reflecting on Kerry Wood’s career with the cursed Cubs.
‘Casey at the Bat’ is old hat. Here’s a new take on baseball verse.