Asked for a Happy Memory of Her Father, She Remembers Wrigley Field

by Beth Ann Fennelly

His drinking was different in sunshine,
as if it couldn’t be bad. Sudden, manic,
he swung into a laugh, bought me
two ice creams, said One for each hand.

Half the hot game I licked Good Humor
running down wrists. My bird mother earlier,
packing my pockets with sun block,
had hopped her warning: Be careful.

So, pinned between his knees, I held
his Old Style in both hands
while he streaked the cream on my cheeks
and slurred, My little Indian princess.

Home run: the hairy necks of men in front
jumped up, thighs torn from gummy green bleachers
to join the violent scramble. Father
held me close and said, Be careful,

be careful. But why should I be full of care
with his thick arms circling my shoulders,
with a high smiling sun, like a home run,
in the upper right-hand corner of the sky?

 

Beth Ann Fennelly recently served as the poet laureate of Mississippi and teaches in the MFA Program at the University of Mississippi, where she is a four-time teaching award winner. This poem appeared in her book, Open House.

www.bethannfennelly.com

 

Spring Training’s Desert Hopes

by Dr. Rajesh C. Oza

All the teams are
Tied for first,
And might just win 2025’s World Series.

Hope blooms in
The Cactus League.

Rookies and vets
Have a thirst,
A spot on the team means no unemployment wearies.

Hope blooms in
The Cactus League.

Legends like Fergie Jenkins
Make Sloan Park burst,
Cheering on my novel’s baseball queries.

Hope blooms in
The Cactus League.

Dr. Oza’s novel Double Play on the Red Line, sits at the intersection of Fergie and Ernie’s Cubs, the Negro Leagues, riding the “L,” wrongful convictions, immigration and friendship. It will be published in 2025 by Chicago’s Third World Press.

The author (back to camera) chats with Fergie Jenkins at Sloan Park in Mesa, AZ, February 2025.

 

True North

by James Finn Garner

“Make Canada the 51st state!”
Brays a thief-liar-rapist in hate.
Compassionate, fair,
Straight-up, self-aware–
Canucks are all things he ain’t.

With my bear buddy, Buddy Brown Bear, at a Vancouver Canadians game, June 2023.

Life is Good

by James Finn Garner

Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff,
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp,
Your curtains caught fire from a knocked-over lamp —
.      Relax!
.      Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

Your check-writing hand’s developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain’t got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp —
.      Smile!
.      Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

Your yard is now split by a new freeway ramp,
Your son is engaged to a gold-digging tramp,
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp —
.      Life is good!
.      Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

 

“The New York Game”, Part 2

The New York Game: Baseball and the Rise of a New City is a new book from Kevin Baker that explores the early impact of New York and New Yorkers on the game we know today. Kevin is a contributing editor for Harper’s, and has published in The New York Times, The New Republic and New York Observer. He is also the co-author of Reggie Jackson’s Becoming Mr. October. Part 1 of our discussion appeared last week. 

So, that was quite a World Series.

Yeah.

You don’t seem very happy. Was this year the very worst Yankees playoff loss?  Ever?

Far from it. In the Brian Cashman era, you get used to incredible, humiliating losses in the postseason. I think I speak for all Yankees fans when I say that, considering the circumstances, the 2024 World Series—even the already notorious fifth inning of the fifth game—doesn’t lay a glove on the 2004 American League Championship Series, when the hated Red Sox come back from down, three-games-to-nothing. Or the ninth-inning, seventh-game loss to Arizona, in the 2001 World Series, just weeks after 9/11.

Wasn’t this World Series already lost, with the Dodgers having jumped out to a 3-0 lead in games?

More than likely. But the Dodgers, who played magnificently despite a tidal wave of injuries that had gone on all year, seemed to be finally wobbling. Their relief pitching was starting to fray. Shohei Ohtani was running the bases with his arm in a sort of sling. I actually felt sorry for him when Cole struck him out in that fifth inning, with high fastballs he couldn’t reach. And then—

Ralph Branca of the Brooklyn Dodgers

Yes, then.

“The worst defensive inning in the history of the World Series,” they’re calling it. And I think that’s about right.

Who made the worst mistake?

For the players involved, the worst mistake was one thing. But for me, it wasn’t anything a player did at all. That play was inexcusable, of course, where Mookie Betts beat out a ground ball because Anthony Rizzo and Gerrit Cole couldn’t decide who was going to cover first. All credit to Betts, who was running hard on what looked like a sure out, in a game his team was losing by five runs. But that mix-up should never happen between two veteran players in a World Series game.

For me, though, the really unforgivable part of that inning was not what any player did, but what Aaron Boone did not do.

The Yankees manager? What was he supposed to do?

He needed to make it stop.

Yankees fans get on Boone perhaps too much, especially considering how constrained he is under Brian Cashman. But this World Series was not his finest hour. He made some terrible lineup and pitching decisions that cost the Yanks at least one game. And then there was what he did not do.

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