Friday, December 19, 2014
Charlie Montoyo. Photo courtesy of the Durham Bulls.
Just a quick note here while the news is fresh. Word came today that Charlie Montoyo, who has been the Durham Bulls’ manager since 2007 and is the all-time franchise leader in wins, has been promoted to the major leagues. He’ll be the third base coach for the Tampa Bay Rays, who have moved field staff around in the wake of manager Joe Maddon’s departure for the Chicago Cubs.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Shelley Duncan. Photo by Kate Joyce.
Why put anything on this website at this late date? Bull City Summer is long over. All that remains is the book and the exhibition: the memorial.
As George Mallory said of another mostly unvisited site, “because it’s there.”
Also, some days you feel bereft of all your tools but the most basic, which calls to mind another old maxim: When your only tool is a hammer… (everything looks like an essay about Triple-A).
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Chip Childress’s $2 Pops Baucom bill. Photo courtesy of Chip Childress.
As the season draws to a close, and the run of days slows and grows autumnal, now seems like a good moment to look back at some early settlers of what we now take for granted as Bulls country. This is part three of a four-part series of interviews and profiles. (Here are parts one and two.) It’s also an unforeseen expansion of my Paris Review Daily piece, out yesterday, about the most exciting game I ever saw, which took place at the old Durham Athletic Park on September 4, 1984.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Durham Athletic Park, 2013. Photo by Kate Joyce.
As the season draws to a close, and the run of days slows and grows autumnal, now seems like a good moment to look back at some early settlers of what we now take for granted as Bulls country. This is Part One of a four-part series of interviews and profiles. It’s also an unforeseen expansion of the Paris Review Daily piece I’ll be publishing on Wednesday, September 4, about the most exciting game I ever saw, which took place at the old Durham Athletic Park on September 4, 1984.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Nuke LaLoosh and Crash Davis in Bull Durham.
Ebby Calvin “Nuke” LaLoosh: How come you don’t like me?
Crash Davis: Because you don’t respect yourself, which is your problem. But you don’t respect the game, and that’s my problem. You got a gift.
Bull City Summer coincides with the iconic movie’s twenty-fifth anniversary. This makes it hard to not mention, at least in passing, my thoughts on the movie. I was eleven years old when the movie was released, and my memory of that first viewing in the theater was that I stayed awake.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Wool E. Bull. Wet plate tintype by Leah Sobsey/Tim Telkamp.
Our seventh piece in the Paris Review series was posted today, written by Adam Sobsey, with photographs by Leah Sobsey/Tim Telkamp, Kate Joyce, and Ivan Weiss.
“Not really about baseball”: we’ve adhered pretty well so far to this watchword of our Bull City Summer documentary project, but cultivating indifference has been hard for me. I really care about baseball, and I watch the games closely. Still, I’ve made a season-long effort to notice the surroundings in a rather moony way—trying to soak up the ambient energy in the ballpark, its sheer quality and quantity.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Photo by Elizabeth Matheson.
I wrote this in my last game story:
Not all ballgames should go nine innings, even tie ballgames. Is it necessary to have a winner, I sometimes think? Can we not appreciate seven innings of rich, rip-snorting baseball and then, satisfied, go home?
Later, my editor reminded me that plenty of people leave before the end of every single game. In the seventh inning, the fifth, whenever—at some point in the game’s latter half, you’ll see people start to trickle out of the ballpark, then stream out as the game wears on.