I Knew How To Read Box Scores

Perhaps Crossing The Barriers Of Time Has Freed Me.

If You Build It, He Will Come.

My Intuition Told Me That It Was The Grass That Was Important.now It Glows Parrot-green, Cool As Mint, Soft As Moss, Lying There Like A Cashmere Blanket.

I Knew How To Read Box Scores And Who The Baseball Heroes Were Before I Had Ever Seen Or Even Heard Much Of A Game.

Growing Up Is A Ritual, More Deadly Than Religion, More Complicated Than Baseball, For There Seem To Be No Rules. Everything Is Experienced For The First Time.