baseball
I love baseball. I live for the spring. It gets me through half of the year, and then I have to figure out how to make it through the other half. There’s a real poetry to baseball. It’s like life, because for a long period of time absolutely nothing happens. And then all of a sudden, “A triple play, unassisted!”
“Emmylou Harris,” interviewed by Lucinda Williams, BOMB magazine, Issue 59, Spring 1997.
I’ve had lots of offers to sell. No way. Owning the Yankees is like owning the Mona Lisa.
October Men, by Roger Kahn (New York: Harcourt, 2004), 21.