Nine Innings in Durham

Tuesday, October 1, 2013
watchful boy

Photo by Frank Hunter.


It is easy to feel small on a baseball field. The expansive outfield and steep walls, the distance between each position player lend themselves to entrapment and isolation. To step into the batter’s box is to invite a public, personal humiliation, to throw a pitch is to invite the same. Squaring up a hot grounder is setting yourself up for a vicious hop that will take out your front teeth, or even worse, a short hop that will skip between the dirt and your glove and expose cowardice.

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