de minimis minutiae

podunk redux

add: 

the la times comes off the bench late in the game.

and times' columnist dana parsons' view, taking my 'heroic' theme further.

and sneakeasy joint joins the fracas.

beloved

that warm september evening, dad took me to the game. my first.

a child from los feliz, i'd never seen so green a field such as what i first took in that night. stunning. beautiful.

we hiked the heights of chavez ravine to find our seats. the woman there, sensing my tentativeness assured me, "Don't worry, honey. I won't bite." she kept score and listened to the Vin on a small portable. "What a funny thing to say," I thought.

everything had its novelty this night.

so high up were we that, the crack, came one full second after seeing the actual contact, or so it seemed. baseball physics for youngsters.

and it was glorious. a three-run jack by mr. clean extended his streak to fifteen, en route to another blue victory. dad scored me a pennant, which hung on my wall for years.

i still see ghosts. da bums from flatbush, the wrecking crew at elysian.

dad.

my love began thus.