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Baseball
fascinates me; as a child, sometimes my Uncle
would take me to see games - always at old
Seals’ Stadium in San Francisco. Later,
it happened that the first Major League game
I ever saw was the day Willie McCovey broke
in, in that same beautiful stadium. I
understand that it was to some extent modeled
on Fenway Park, but I’ve never bothered
to research this.
The
kind of baseball I think about is the slow,
sweet game of the 1950’s, not what we
have today on television. It is minor league
baseball, somewhat like what you see in Bull
Durham, but perhaps because I don’t
really know enough about that game’s
intimate details, the stories of Killer
Malloy and his friends are really mostly
about interpersonal politics and mistakes.
All of
the stories are told by an old man, Killer
Malloy, who lives in a mobile home in a
somewhat shabby retirement community in
Arizona. Here is one about fixing a game, or
something like that. The teams and leagues
are mostly imaginary.
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