Praying For Extra Innings At The Dodger Stadium Adult Camp

The tears started during the 7th inning stretch, and by the 9th, I was praying for extra innings. It wasn’t the one game, it was the culmination of roughly 14 years of ball crashing to the field all at once, like a barreling collision at homeplate. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much joy and happiness, and sadness at the same time.

3rd Times A Charm, Or 3 Strikes You’re Out?

Putting on that uniform and taking the field, win or lose, is pure Viagra wrapped in cowhide and stitched in red. Goddamn, I missed it. But would this year be 3rd times a charm, or 3 strikes and you’re out?