The Best Shortstop I Ever Saw

A Gatorade cooler dumped on my head moment of clarity regarding my diminishing skills as a shortstop happened one summer evening in the hole between short and third as I reached down across my body for a grounder and caught a bit of dirt and air turning a routine out into a single. I turned and watched that ball roll into the left field grass carrying my confidence along with it like Terrence Mann walking into a field of corn never to be seen again. The Patriarch Shortstop as a boy, Thomas Emory Mason, Jr. I married into a family of … Continue reading The Best Shortstop I Ever Saw