Watching No Baseballby Alan Harrisyou and I, alone in the stadium. We watch home plate where no batter swings at no ball that no pitcher has pitched. Intently we follow no action anywhere. The scoreboard contains no numbers about forgotten innings. Behind home plate no umpire fiddles with his protective pad or runs the game with shouts and gestures. We are very much here. No catcher signals for crafty pitches to be hurled from the vacant mound. We sit here safely upheld by bleachers empty of roaring rabble. Undwarfed by an immense space entirely eventless, we inhale silence. No need for talk. After just enough emptying of minds, seeing everything that is and isn't here from arbitrary seats, we know that it's over. Down the winding exit stairs we climb without a word behind no crowds to the busy sidewalk. We exchange glances but don't need to say who won. |
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