The Great American Past-Time

After the ride to the station, the hum of the train, the anticipation at the ticket gate, buying a new cap for a new season, a new beginning, Clay anxiously took his seat along the third baseline.


A year had passed since he had attended one of these. Now, he’d swear he could smell the Kentucky bluegrass.


The mask he wore reminded him that not that long had passed since he could only watch them on television.


But he was here now. All he needed was to hear the crack of the bat and the roar of the crowd.

Author: whatsystem

Me likey cheeseburgers, me likey scooters, me likey books, me likey cinema (fancy word for movies), me political junkie, me card-carrying member of the Democratic Socialists of America.

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