Chapter Nine: Why I’m in Texas
March 30, 2010 by Editor
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April 11
I am reminded why I’m umpiring baseball games in Amarillo instead of basking on the Russian River with Donna. I work my first plate game tonight—and I’m brilliant. The energy flows unimpeded, my timing is precise. I can umpire!
The game is a rout—13-0, El Paso. No matter, for I could have handled the frigging [...]
Chapter Eight: Opening Day
March 20, 2010 by Editor
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April 10
Potter County Memorial Stadium, home of the Amarillo Gold Sox, is a huge iron-beamed dinosaur of a park. Set in an industrial neighborhood of factories and vacant lots, this relic can hold 6,500 fans, but never does.
Lugging equipment bags and hangered uniforms, Charlie and I trudge through the turnstile and into the bowels of [...]
Chapter Seven: Separation
March 18, 2010 by Editor
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Donna and I stare into each other’s eyes, then hug, a lingering embrace with more than a touch of urgency. We have spent an intense two days together, camping out on sun-drenched southern California beaches, making love each time as though it were the last time.
Now, at the Los Angeles Airport, we are saying good-bye. [...]
Chapter Five: John McSherry
January 11, 2010 by Editor
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March 21
John McSherry visits us in camp today. Big John is a National League umpire, and few can imagine him doing anything else. In the off-season, he serves as chief field instructor for the umpire schools. He was Charlie’s and my instructor, and now he’s come to see us. Mostly he’s come to see Charlie. [...]
Chapter Four: Fraternizing
January 2, 2010 by Editor
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March 17
Charlie has a facility for banter with black ballplayers that I lack with most white players. It’s as though they’re members of a secret club, with a secret language. Actually, Charlie speaks two languages. When he meets my white, middle-class parents, he sounds like Eddie Haskell greeting Beaver’s parents. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Boga. [...]
Chapter Two: Gene Autry’s Corral
December 30, 2009 by Editor
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March 11
The minor-league Angels training camp in Holtville is an arrow-straight ten-mile drive under a huge sky, past serried lettuce rows and concrete irrigation ditches. At the Holtville complex, four baseball diamonds splay out like blades of a giant fan. The hub is a thirty-foot-high rotunda upon which farm directors control workouts and make evaluations [...]