Heat wave doubleheader. Us useless ones lounge in the dugout popping the rich boy pitcher’s Big League Chew as he throws his arm out at 40 miles per hour. The crack of ball against bat tears us from the benches. Our outfielder, chasing butterflies, loses the ball to the bushes.
Max Schachner loves reading and writing all kinds of prose and poetry. He also has childhood experience playing baseball poorly.