the monolith

We won our baseball game yesterday in a smashing 10-0 victory over St. Jo. They were a pretty good team, and they had this coach that would ride the kids for every little mistake. And he kept challenging the umpire’s calls. At one point he and Rocky locked horns about something, shouting at each other across the field. I watched them argue from where I was standing in left field, at the traintracks running along the right side of it, and then out behind me across the sweeping fields of the Midwestern plain and up into a sun that looks for all the world like the eye of God veiled by some magnificent religion cumulus. I looked at these things and breathed the freshly cut grass and have never felt so American.

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