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Game 62 // Tenth Inning, San Diego // Padres Balk It Off

BOTTOM OF THE TENTH PADRES 7 (5) – 6 GIANTS

 

We start tonight in the perspective of two bespectacled eyes behind home plate, peering out at the mound with all-seeing supervision, gazing with some literary quality out at the weirdest story of the major-league night. Dr. TJ Eckleburg—migrated across miles and decades, sign to sign, from fictional billboard to the rectangular ad space on the Petco Park backstop:

The eyes of the Tough Turtle Turf turtle are white and tiny—their retinas are one inch wide. They look out of no human face, but, instead, from a pair of circular white spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Continue reading “Game 62 // Tenth Inning, San Diego // Padres Balk It Off”

Game 56 // Fifth Inning, Baltimore // A Tale of Two Reviews

TOP OF THE FIFTH: ORIOLES 3 – 2 PADRES

 

The umpires assemble. The headsets wrap around the heads. And the previous play, for as many times as necessary, repeats on a loop at the MLB replay center in New York, debates pinging back and forth through the line, all camera angles stitch together the evidence—with players waiting, managers waiting, fans waiting, for the chance at a revision of luck, a change of fortune, a foul ball turned fair. Continue reading “Game 56 // Fifth Inning, Baltimore // A Tale of Two Reviews”

Game 54 // Third Inning, San Diego // Ichiro The Great

TOP OF THE THIRD: MARLINS 8 (1) – 1 PADRES

 

Ichiro Suzuki is up to bat, 2,974 career hits to his name, and somewhere over the night sky of America is the grumbling, cursing echo of Pete Rose, throwing household objects at the TV set, cancelling all newspaper subscriptions, wondering what went wrong with the baseball youth of today—What about me? Mr. 4,256? Anyone?? Continue reading “Game 54 // Third Inning, San Diego // Ichiro The Great”

Game 49 // Seventh Inning, San Diego // Mariners Run Wild

BOTTOM OF THE SEVENTH: MARINERS 16 (7) – 12 PADRES

 

It’s the battle of the continental geographic corners: far northwest against far southwest. Seattle against San Diego. Get Miami in the ring and all we’ll then need is…checks Google Maps… Caribou, Maine—and we’ll have sport’s newest four-way tournament set to go. Continue reading “Game 49 // Seventh Inning, San Diego // Mariners Run Wild”

Game 41 // Ninth Inning, San Francisco // Pence to Kemp, Glitch in the Outfield

BOTTOM OF THE NINTH: GIANTS 1 (0) – 0 PADRES

 

Johnny Cueto has just pitched a career-best game. He’s in the dugout, hat off, arms on the padded green railing, an orange and black skull cap stretched over his long dreadlocks, awaiting the slim chance of a win to be added to his season record. It’s nothing-nothing, a stalemate of a game, and Continue reading “Game 41 // Ninth Inning, San Francisco // Pence to Kemp, Glitch in the Outfield”

Game 40 // Eleventh Inning, San Diego // Padres Walk, Walk, Walk It Off

BOTTOM OF THE ELEVENTH: PADRES 3 (2) – 2 DODGERS

 

It’s a late night out on the west coast, in the far southwest corner of California, with the fans chanting “Beat L-A!! Beat L-A!!” and the game tied up in the bottom of the 11th inning. There’s a rust-colored tuft of mullet protruding from the blue cap of Dodger pitcher Chin-hui Tsao, coming in for just his second mound appearance of the season.

A week ago, he was in AAA-ball. Two years ago he was running a beef-noodle soup restaurant in Hualien City, Taiwan. Continue reading “Game 40 // Eleventh Inning, San Diego // Padres Walk, Walk, Walk It Off”

Game 32 // Seventh Inning, Chicago // Padres Win in Wrigley Fog

TOP OF THE SEVENTH: PADRES 6 (2) – 4 CUBS

 

The fog is rolling in thick at Wrigley Field, with the Padres batting and my dad quoting Carl Sandburg: “The fog comes on little cat feet. // It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.” Continue reading “Game 32 // Seventh Inning, Chicago // Padres Win in Wrigley Fog”