Baseball: The Poet’s Game


No other sport has lent itself to great language and memorable stories like America’s pastime. No other game is as literary.. It is the game of poets.

I am here in the shed on opening day of the 2019 baseball season and I am a young man again. Baseball is on the radio. The best way to consume it. The language of great voices, capturing the game’s purest essence. I’m not thinking about what the sport has become in recent years — an unsavory big business of billionaires and egos and Trump-supporting owners. No. I am instead caught up in green grass and heroes. I am dreaming of baseball’s magic and its essence. I’m remembering growing up in Pittsburgh and going to Forbes Field with my father, smelling cigar smoke, and beer, and yellow mustard on the charred meat of a hotdog. I can see Roberto Clemente and Bill Mazeroski in my little-boy memory. And I hear the radio call of the Cubs World Series win, and remember how I cried that night. Not because I was a life-long Cubs fan who had finally witnessed a miracle, but rather because of what this game evokes in a literary soul.

chris-moore-645834-unsplashLiterature and baseball were born for each other. Is there great literature, truly great works, written about the game of basketball? Football? Golf is close, maybe. I’m thinking of John Updike’s wonderful short stories on the game. But nothing feeds artistic passion like baseball. So what is it about this game? Why is this so?

It is in the game’s timeless pacing, the Shakespearean plot lines, the Keatsian romanticism. There is Tolstoyan tragedy and Dickensian pathos. Every genre is  entwined in its nine innings—suspense, mystery, humor, even the essence of  the great American Western is found in the profound reality of three strikes and you’re out—epic and heroic and courageous.

books-fielding-375_large1The best stories on the game, for me, tend not to be in the statistical analyses or the biographies of the game’s greats. But rather in the chronicles of an era or pure works of fiction—books like David Halberstam’s The Teammates, The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach, Roger Kahn’s The Boys of Summer, and Bang the Drum Slowly by Mark Harris. These are stories of the heart, stories that caress something deep and visceral. It is not the game of baseball that these books celebrate, but rather what the game gives us—timeless portraits of humanity wrapped up in summer sun and the crack of the bat.

And so, the  season is here. Go watch a game. Go read a great story.


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2 thoughts on “Baseball: The Poet’s Game

  1. Perhaps it’s the eternal promise of the game — of winter’s harshness giving way to warmth and renewed life . . . that we old men can become young again . . . that maybe, just maybe, this will be the year for our guys.

    I don’t aim to be exclusionary by my gender references; but in my lifetime, baseball has always been masculine in its associations, whether playing catch with Dad, a sandlot game with the boys, collecting the bubblegum cards of my heroes, or being caught up by the timbre of the best play-by-play on the radio.

    And long before the game devolved into pitch counts and sabermetrics, baseball’s numbers, from ithe diamond’s geometry to the batting averages, the home runs, the streaks — this knowledge as a boy was entree into a special world, akin to divining the arcana of the Rosicrucians.

    There is much more about the game that the best writing captures, and it is to be treasured. It provides a personal and cultural window into our past — from what we were doing at the moment Mazeroski hit it out against the Yanks, to the awakening that some of baseball’s greatest players never wore a big league uniform because of the color of their skin.

    The earth is tilting toward the sun in our favor, the grass is greening and the ivy is coming to life. Let’s play two!

    To your favorites, Dave, let me add Bernard Malamud’s “The Natural,” Lawrence Ritter’s “The Glory of Their Times” and anything written by the great Roger Angell.


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