TOP OF THE SIXTH: TWINS 6
(2) – PIRATES 3
The bullpen guys are rubbing their arms together, hopping around in their coats—as if whoever looks goofiest might be the last one picked to pitch.
It’s snowing, in April.
Whitecaps are swarming the surface of the Allegheny River.
A fleet of pirate ships are stuck in the ice. Clint Hurdle’s pegleg has frozen. His parrot has died. His eye patch whitens with frost. Continue reading “Game 122 // Sixth Inning, Pittsburgh // Baseball Winterland”