I've always liked baseball: the leisurely pace of the game, the grassy playing field, the uniforms (and the men who wear them), and, last but of course not least, the food -- I like hot dogs, peanuts, and Cracker Jack. Despite my avowed intention to attend a game in person every season, I find in reality (which is where I live, kind of) that most of my exposure to baseball is literary, filtered through the sensibilities of Ring Lardner, Roger Angell, and, most recently, Richard Greenberg (whose Tony Award-winning play sweetly offered a glimpse of just what those guys look like under those uniforms and neatly usurped the original -- well, I thought it was original! --... More >>>