05 April 2009

Candlesticks always make a nice gift

Bull Durham

(1988)
After a field trip to my team's new home in Flushing, what else could I choose to watch?

I reconsecrated myself to God's game two springs ago, after several years of lukewarm fandom, and even though my team has stomped on my hopes each of the past two Septembers, I'm as excited about the new season as when I was a kid. Hell, as I've already mentioned, baseball is even going to cut into my moviegoing this season--no greater love . . .

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