We were really worried for a while. Baseball had been postponed, and while some blamed the owners and others blamed the players, we blamed the entire universe. Well, except for Bernard Malamud, a favorite writer of ours, who we were forced to read in high school and expected to hate, but loved. The Natural wasn’t the book we read. We read selections from The Stories of Bernard Malamud. If you’re going to read serious literature, bite-sized chunks can ease the digestion process. We digress—baseball, delayed, now back on track. The best part? Living overseas as we do, it means we get to have our yearly conversations with baffled friends who just can’t wrap their heads around the sport’s rules—or really, its entire concept. We enjoy that.
We're having a baseball season after all, baby. But before I go, you sure you don't want to learn the backdoor slider?