From Publishers Weekly New York Times columnist Barry provides a charming, meditative portrait of a minor league baseball game that seemed to last forever. Because of a rule-book glitch, the Pawtucket Red Sox and the Rochester Red Wings played for 33 innings on a chilly Saturday night into the Easter morning of 1981. Using the game as a focal point, Barry examines the lives and future careers of many of the players, including the then unknown Wade Boggs and Cal Ripken. Barry also profiles the Red Sox team owner, the fans and workers, and even the stadium and the depressed industrial town of Pawtucket, R.I. The game gives Barry ample opportunity to explore the world that surrounds it. Not every Triple-A player becomes a Cal Ripken, and Barry gives generous attention to those who didn't make it—the powerful outfielder who can't hit a curve, the eccentric Dutch relief pitcher with the unlikely name of Win Remmerswaal, the 26-year-old who feels like an old man among younger prospects. The three decades that have passed since the game allow Barry to track the arc of entire lives, adding emotional resonance. Barry is equally adept at describing the allure of a ballpark and the boost it can give to a struggling town like Pawtucket. (Apr.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved. Winner of the 2012 PEN/ESPN Award for Literary Sportswriting — Dan Barry has crafted a loving and lyrical tribute to a time and a place when you stayed until the final out...because that’s what we did in America. Bottom of the 33rd is chaw-chewing, sunflower-spitting, pine tar proof that too much baseball is never enough. — –Jane Leavy “What a book -- an exquisite exercise in story-telling, democracy and myth-making that has, at its center, a great respect for the symphony of voices that make up America.” — –Colum McCann “Dan’s Barry’s meticulous reporting and literary talent are both evident in Bottom of the 33rd, a pitch-perfect and seamless meditation on baseball and the human condition.” — –Gay Talese “A fascinating, beautifully told story... In the hands of Barry, a national correspondent for the New York Times, this marathon of duty, loyalty, misery and folly becomes a riveting narrative...The book feels like ‘Our Town’ on the diamond.” — –Los Angeles Times “An astonishing tale that lyrically articulates baseball’s inexorable grip on its players and fans, Bottom of the 33rd belongs among the best baseball books ever written.” — –Cleveland Plain Dealer “Meticulously researched and tremendously entertaining!” — –Columbus Dispatch “[Dan] Barry does more than simply recount the inning-by-inning-by-inning box score. He delves beneath the surface, like an archaeologist piecing together the shards and fragments of a forgotten society, to reconstruct a time and a night that have become part of baseball lore.” — –Associated Press “Whether you’re a baseball aficionado or a reader who just enjoys a good yarn, you’ll love this book.” — –Minneapolis Star Tribune “A worthy companion to Roger Kahn’s classic Boys of Summer ...[Dan Barry] exploits the power of memory and nostalgia with literary grace and journalistic exactitude. He blends a vivid, moment-by-moment re-creation of the game with what happens to its participants in the next 30 years.” — –Stefan Fatsis, New York Times “Brilliantly rendered...The book is both a fount of luxurious writing and a tour-de-force of reportage.” — –Washington Post “[An] heroic conjuring of the past.” — –New York Times Book Review “[A] masterpiece...destined for the Hall of Fame of baseball books.” — –Publisher's Weekly On April 18, 1981, a ball game sprang eternal. What began as a modestly attended minor-league game between the Pawtucket Red Sox and the Rochester Red Wings became not only the longest ever played in baseball history, but something else entirely. The first pitch was thrown after dusk on Holy Saturday, and for the next eight hours the night seemed to suspend its participants between their collective pasts and futures, between their collective sorrows and joys—the ballplayers; the umpires; Pawtucket's ejected manager, peering through a hole in the backstop; the sportswriters and broadcasters; a few stalwart fans shivering in the cold. With Bottom of the 33rd , celebrated New York Times journalist Dan Barry has written a lyrical meditation on small-town lives, minor-league dreams, and the elements of time and community that conspired one fateful night to produce a baseball game seemingly without end. Bottom of the 33rd captures the sport's essence: the purity of purpose, the crazy adherence to rules, the commitment of both players and fans. This genre-bending book, a reportorial triumph, portrays the myriad lives held in the night's unrelenting grip. Consider, for instance, the team owner determined to revivify a decrepit stadium, built atop a swampy bog, or the batboy approaching manhood, nervous and earnest, or the umpire with a new family and a new home, or the wives watching or waiting up, listening to a radio broadcast slip into giddy exhaustion. Consider the small city of Pawtucket itself, its ghosts and relics, and the players, two destined for the Hall of Fame (Cal Ripken and Wade Boggs), a few to play only briefly or forgettably in the big leagues, and the many stuck in minor-league purgatory, duty bound and loyal to the game. An unforgettable portrait of ambition and endurance, Bottom of the 33rd is the rare sports book that changes the way we perceive America's pastime, and America's past. Dan Barry is a reporter and columnist for the New York Times . In 1994 he was part of an investigative team at the Providence Journal that won the Pulitzer Prize for a series of articles on Rhode Island’s justice system. He is the author of a memoir, a collection of his About New York columns, and Bottom of the 33rd , for which he won the 2012 PEN/ESPN Award for Literary Sports Writing. He lives with his wife and two daughters in Maplewood, New Jersey. Read more
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“
Bottom of the 33rd
is chaw-chewing, sunflower-spitting, pine tar proof that too much baseball is never enough.” —Jane Leavy, author of
The Last Boy
and
Sandy Koufax
“What a book—an exquisite exercise in story-telling, democracy and myth-making.” —Colum McCann, winner of the National Book Award for
Let The Great World Spin
From Pulitzer Prize-winning
New York Times
columnist Dan Barry comes the beautifully recounted story of the longest game in baseball history—a tale celebrating not only the robust intensity of baseball, but the aspirational ideal epitomized by the hard-fighting players of the minor leagues. In the tradition of
Moneyball
,
The Last Hero
, and
Wicked Good Year
, Barry’s
Bottom of the 33
rd
is a reaffirming story of the American Dream finding its greatest expression in timeless contests of the Great American Pastime.
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A Book About the Sweet Romance and Bitter Reality of Baseball
The opening of this book sets the stage perfectly for what is to come. It begins by stating that a baseball game that started on Holy Saturday, which is the "pause between joy and sorrow", has surrendered to the first hour of Easter. The rest of the book talks about this amazing game and the joy and sorrow faced by those at the game.
As a baseball fan who never made it past little league I envy those who get paid to play professional ball at any level. Yet for many at the game playing Triple A ball is bittersweet because the players are so close to their dream and for most they will always be one stop short of playing major league ball. For many Triple A is the place where "sweet romance meets bitter reality."
While Wade Boggs and Cal Ripken went on to greatness and a number of other players like Bobby Ojeda, Bruce Hurst and Rich Gedman had good careers, most of the players in this game never made it to the majors. Some were on the rise and hit their peak and others were on the way down and just trying to stay in the game. It is their stories that make this book so successful.
Yet, Dan Barry also talks about the game itself. This is another great thing about this book. Baseball is the amazing game that it is because it has no time limits. There are no clocks. Three outs are the only limits to an inning. A scheduled nine inning game will last until the bottom of the 33rd if that is what it takes to have a winner, even if the game has to be started again on another day.
Dan Barry does a good job of talking about the lives of these players, as well as the lives of the coaches, bat boys and team owners, in the context of the 33 inning game. He manages to talk about those involved in the game while at the same time talking about baseball itself.
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Bittersweet American drama
"Bottom of the 33rd" by Dan Barry is a terrific account of baseball's longest game. More than a sports book, Mr. Barry expertly contextualizes the event and profiles its participants to bring an uniquely American drama to life. Written by an award-winning journalist at the top of his game, this captivating book is certain to be appreciated by a wide audience.
This is not a mere pitch-by-pitch recount of the game. Mr. Barry has the ability to see outside the chalk lines to bring our attention to certain themes that add character and dimension to the story. Mr. Barry writes about the players, managers and families who struggle mightily to achieve their dreams, documenting their sacrifices as they achieve fleeting moments of success or, in a few rare cases, major league immortality. Among the dozens of character sketches, the bittersweet profile of the game's hero, Dave Koza is particularly praiseworthy for its profound insight and sensitivity.
Importantly, Mr. Barry draws interest from elements of the story that might be easily overlooked. Mr. Barry paints a portrait of the hardscrabble industrial town of Pawtucket, Rhode Island whose elders took great pride in building the minor league ballpark whose peculiarities would contribute to the game's drama. Mr. Barry finds spiritual meaning as the players struggle for their baseball lives in the early hours of Easter morning. The author also has a penchant for unearthing the kind of detail that adds enormously to the story's appeal: the shivering radio broadcasters who wouldn't quit; the ejected manager who kept his eye on the game through a secret peephole in the fence; the angry wife who couldn't believe her husband was still playing ball; and much, much more.
I highly recommend this outstanding book to everyone.
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The Thin Line Between Fame and Obscurity
We all know that an inning cannot begin in baseball after 12:50 a.m. However, the rule prohibiting this was unintentionally dropped from the 1981 International League Instructions for Umpires, Managers and Players. That fact, combined with an absurdly strict constructionist interpretation by Chief Umpire Jack Lietz, set the stage for the longest game ever played in Pawtucket, Rhode Island on the night before and the morning of Easter 1981.
Author and New York Times columnist Dan Barry uses this game to analyze life in the minor leagues. He shows a good eye for the rituals of the game telling the story of how the mud used to rub baseballs was first found by Slats Blackburne on the shore of a South Jersey Creek. Barry describes the sometimes jury-rigged style that characterizes the game played at this level. The ball park for the Pawtucket Red Sox is owned and maintained by the city and is used to store sand and salt in the winter, a practice that is not employed at Fenway. He also probes the history of this Rhode Island city which includes a strong dose of machine politics, a ballpark into which cement trucks disappeared during its construction and a Pulitzer Prize winning poet.
But above all, the book is about the thin line that separates the near poverty and virtual anonymity of minor league life from the exalted status of the 12,000 men who have played in the Show. We see Cal Ripken Jr destined for greatness from his first day and Wade Boggs who seemed to be consigned to Triple A status for life until Carney Lansford was injured late in the year and there was no one else available to bring up. This is contrasted with Dave Koza, one of the best athletes ever to come out of Wyoming, who spends the long drives home from the East wondering why he was not one of the lucky few to receive a September 1 call up from the parent club. We share the thoughts of 26 year old former FSU star Larry Jones who is realizing that the dream may be ending: "He thinks the manager is more interested in internal politics than in player development. He thinks that one Baltimore executive in particular is the worst man he has ever met. He thinks - no, he knows - that the meter is running; that athletes don't get better with age."
It is fascinating to watch this moment frozen in time (all 33 innings of it) as the eternally obscure Russ Laribee plays next to Lee Graham, who got a cup of coffee with the big club, as well as Bruce Hurst and Bob Ojeda, destined to square off against each other on a very different stage in the 86 World Series, and Wade Boggs, at this point no different than Graham and Laribee, but destined for 3000 hits and the Hall of Fame.
My only complaint is that the author tries a bit too hard in the early sections of the book. We get some overwritten passages such as: "The backstop netting behind home plate sways in and out of focus to lay blurry crosshatches across the unfolding scene, as if to underscore the impenetrable separation between past and future." I wonder if catcher Rich Gedman saw it that way? Fortunately, there are far fewer of these passages as the book and the innings progress.
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An interesting read that could have been a bit more
Larry Anderson, a radio broadcaster for the Philadelphia Phillies (a team he played for back in the the 1980s), often laments how baseball games are taking longer and longer for no good reason as time goes on. He is still an avid fan of the game, but he sees taking a minute between routine pitches as a bit excessive. His sentiments, with a few swapped words, could apply to Dan Barry's "Bottom of the 33rd," a read with an interesting story idea that can't quite figure out what aspect to concentrate on or justify why it took so many pages to tell.
To paint it with a wide brush, this book tells the story of the longest game in professional baseball history: a 33-inning, eight-and-a-half hour contest that took place over three nonconsecutive days in 1981. The game was tied in the bottom of the ninth, and then again in the bottom of the 21st, before being suspended at the end of the 32nd (on the morning of Easter Sunday, no less) then being resumed several months later.
That sounds like it would make a gripping tale, but anyone who has ever played or watched a low-scoring ballgame will tell you that it is both tedious and easily summarized. To avoid that boredom, Barry focuses less on the game itself and more on the past and future life stories of the involved personalities, whether it be the players, the batboys or any of the other people who happened to be in the stadium that night. He also devotes a section to the story of how the stadium came to be.
Taken by themselves, all of these sections are interesting tidbits, but Barry never really weaves them into a single tight, coherent idea.
With the exception of one player (Dave Koza), the stories just seem to drop in and drop out at will. I was particularly disappointed in that two of the greatest players in history - Cal Ripken Jr. and Wade Boggs, two of my childhood heroes - both played in the game, and not only are their stories somewhat glossed over, but it reads as if the author didn't even talk to them when researching the book, instead pulling quotes from other publications and relaying anecdotes.
Also, the tale of the game itself suffers for all the backstory put in, as many innings are relayed as simply "Strikeout. Single. Strikeout. Walk. Groundout." or something similar in the text, completely removing any drama and instilling a sense of monotony. By about halfway through the book, I was about as ready for the book to end as the players were ready for the game to end that Easter morning. To be fair, the action picks up as the book nears its conclusion, but when I got to the end I was left wanting more, as most of the game itself was summarized like a box score and so many stories were not given the space they seemed to warrant. And since I wasn't given that, I felt as if the book was too long for its own good, kind of like the game itself, but without any of the mysticism and drama; after all, we go in to the book knowing when the game will end by looking at the title!
The book bears the subtitle "Hope, Redemption, and Baseball's Longest Game": a promise of an epic tale of the human spirit and America's pasttime. While it is an engaging topic and a somewhat enjoyable read, it fails to deliver on that promise. By trying to balance the story of the game with the stories of its participants, Barry fails to convincingly deliver on either. To the casual reader, the book may be adequate, but even the most casual baseball devotee will find "Bottom of the 33rd" lacking in anything except the (admittedly engaging) personal story of one ball player who never made it to the majors.
PS: A note to parents - the book features some profane language, including prolific use of the f-bomb later in the book.
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A portrait of the minor leagues: All hope and hard work and desperation
Nominally, Dan Barry's book is a story of the longest game in professional baseball, held in 1981 between the Rochester Red Wings and the Pawtucket Red Sox. In fact, it's much larger than that, because Barry dives deep into the individuals who played in the game, managed the game and its stadium, and even attended the game.
He goes far beyond the 33 innings and their play-by-play. (Even with commentary, that wouldn't amount to a single chapter.) Instead, Barry tells us how each player got to the field and what happened to him afterward. It's not just the dreams of little boys who want to grow up to play for the Baltimore Orioles or the Boston Red Sox; we've all heard plenty of those from the "color announcers" on major league games. The poignancy of this book is that we learn about this game's players who made it as major league stars, including Wayne Boggs and Cal Ripkin, Jr., and also about those who didn't. When baseball didn't work out, some became marketing execs or construction workers or truck drivers. Sometimes they stayed in baseball in other ways. ("Nearly 30 years after this night, Steve Luebber will find himself in a McDonald's in Frederick, Maryland, 1,100 miles from his home in Joplin, Missouri, wearing another golf shirt with a baseball team's logo, eating another cheap lunch, and waiting for another night's minor league game to begin -- this time as the pitching coach for the Blue Rocks of Wilmington, Delaware.")
Barry also describes the time and place and how the setting came to be. That is, we learn a lot about the history of Pawtucket and how the McCoy stadium was built, and what it meant to the community.
Mostly, what I got from Bottom of the 33rd was that -- in the words of pitching coach Mike Roarke, "the Triple A is 'the frustration league,' where you can waste too much energy muttering to yourself, 'Why not me?'" It's the story of men with dreams and hope who are so dedicated that they'll play 8 hours on a freezing night until 4 in the morning. All while knowing full well that only a few of them will be called up.
The author writes with a quiet voice that brings a scene to life. "[Rochester's Tom Eaton] rises from the ground after receiving the shortstop's thumping tag, on his injured foot no less, with his uniform dirty and his red helmet off his head, his pride spilled before him in the dirt. He cannot stay; he must leave. He picks up his helmet and trots off, chastened. Bare-headed, he seems naked."
Still, the quiet writing style drags a little bit. I put down this book a few times, distracted by other books that seemed a little more exciting. But I always picked it up again, and I very much like the book. It's okay to read a little bit of this at a time; I'm not sure that I'd pick it out as a solitary companion on a long plane trip.
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DAVE BARRY'S MODERN MASTERPIECE
When one of the greatest sportswriters who ever lived recommended to me Dan Barry's account of the longest baseball game ever played, "Bottom of the 33rd," I thought he was merely hyping the book of a friend and made no effort to run out and buy it. I should have. It is a modern masterpiece.
Nominally it is the story of the 33 inning game between the Pawtucket Red Sox and Rochester Red Wings of the Triple- A International League, the highest minor league level, which began on a blustering cold Easter Eve 1981, and ended on a freezing Easter Sunday. Yet it is so much more.
It is also a history of Pawtucket, Rhode Island, a decaying rust belt mill town. It is a history of the game's setting, McCoy Stadium, built in the Great Depression on a sinkhole as a public works boondoggle to put the city's citizens to work by their powerful mayor, Thomas P. McCoy. It is the story of its Quebec born owner who rescued the franchise, Ben Mondor, a self made millionaire who bought and sold old textile mills and manufactured women's wear fabrics, and who was staunch Catholic in a Catholic city, and possessed a strong sense of Christian charity and obligation.
It is the story of two future Hall of Famers who played all 33 innings, Wade Boggs and Cal Ripken, Jr. It is the story of all the players who never made it to the majors and their long suffering wives who worked part time jobs to support their dreams. It is the story of the teenagers who grew up in Pawtucket and earned their first tiny paychecks working in menial jobs such as doing the laundry of the players, cooking their post game meals of spaghetti and chicken, selling tickets, picking up garbage. It is the story of the two managers, Joe Morgan and Doc Edwards, who spent their lives traveling the small roads and small towns of America to teach the American baseball dream to aspiring players who mostly never made it to the majors.
It is mostly however, a story of Dan Barry's powerful writing. Such as: "The 7th inning has arrived, and Danny Parks has just walked Rochester's lead off batter, Mark Corey, which has led to another walk: that of Park's manager, Joe Morgan, now strolling toward the mound, and not for his health, or to take in the air...Morgan, head down as if prepared to hear a confession, runs a cleat over the mound. Parks, head bowed in contrition, then sweeps a cleat over what Morgan has just swept. Back and forth they go, gardening, muttering, engaged in a slow, self-conscious dance in which partners try not to look each other in the eye."
Who won the game? Good question. Barry saves the answer for the end of the book.
[Hansen Alexander is a New York attorney and author of two introductory law books, "A Tort is Not a Pastry," and "An Introduction to the Laws of the United States in the 21rst Century."]
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A Must-Read for any Pawtucket Red Sox fan
If you ever lived in Pawtucket and enjoyed a game there in the late 70's to early 80's, you have to read this book. It's so illuminating on so much of the town and team's history. I'm from Rochester and a marginal Red Wings fan, so there was some, but not nearly as much, history for our side. Glaringly missing are stories about Cal Ripken (who was in the game). I kept thinking he was saving Ripken's story for a climax. But I guess the overall theme of the book was more towards the majority experience of Triple-AAA players which is not quite making it. The book is a nicely done research-project on the game and the people who played or were connected with the teams in any way. One interesting aspect about writing non-fiction about something that happened 30 years ago, you're not left wondering about the future of the protagonists, Barry lets you know where they are now.
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Good Mix Of Baseball & Human Interest
This was a slightly different kind of baseball book in that it gave almost equal attention to the players, management, the fans, the city and the ballpark.
When you're writing about minor league players, too, you've got a good share of heartache - more than you would discussing Major League stars. Most of the guys in the minors do NOT make it to Bigs and often have sad stories to tell. Author Dan Barry provides us those, along with an overall feeling of what it must have been like enduring the longest pro baseball game ever played. I almost felt like part of the scenery in Pawtucket, which is a tribute to the author's writing.
This is not just a good baseball but a good human interest story as well.
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I've read lots of baseball books over the years and this one's the very best - and I can say that even though I'm a Rochester native and my hometown team ended up on the losing end of the epic contest. The game itself seemed like it would go on forever. I wished the book could have.
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The Greatest Game You Never Heard Of
Baseball is unique among professional sports simply because infinity is built into the rules - not only teasing us with the remote possibility of endlessness but suspending time for those who play, and watch. At 30, some players evolve into veterans but never really get old and simply fade with their skills, perhaps losing a step to everything but our memory.
This is both the genius of the sport and the genius of Dan Barry's Bottom of the 33rd who places that timeless ideal against the reality of the game, narrating a morality play that unfolds in the hard-scrabble heart of post industrial New England, pitting the soul of American Exceptionalism against the inevitability of failure as seen through the eyes of minor league strivers who never defy the million to one odds of reaching the majors.
33rd is a story of Easter and dead-end economics told not in the cathedrals of the Bronx or Lansdowne Street, but in the dilapidated, depression-era confines of Rhode Island's McCoy Stadium where on April 18th 1981, professional baseball's longest game would be played in relative obscurity between the Pawtucket Red Sox and Rochester Red Wings.
Contrary to the myth-building of most sports journalism, 33rd is not Fisk willing his ball fair in 1975 or Steve Bartman's near-death at the hands of Wrigley's snake-bitten rabble in 2003 - this beautifully written book is really about the "never and almost weres" of the grand-old game, always working on the wrong side of talent and obscurity - Rochester's immensely strong (but ungifted) Drungo Hazewood exhausted and freezing alongside Pawtucket's underachieving high-school phenom Dave Koza. Rochester's cup-of-coffee major leaguer Steve Grilli fighting off the realization that he's done and perhaps the most poignant of Barry's profiles, the self-immolation of PawSox slugger Sam Bowen who innocently voids his own trade to the Tigers (and a guaranteed trip to the the majors) through some very ill-timed truth telling.
Yes, Cal Ripken Jr. and Wade Boggs were participants however, their Hall of Fame futures are not a central theme, except perhaps as a punctuation to the disappointment of men who know they will never have the faintest glimpse of a major league career. By the time Boggs took his triumphant gallop across Yankee Stadium on the back of a police horse in 1996, all of his Pawtucket teammates were either galloping around the country driving delivery trucks or selling insurance.
Barry's book is ultimately about the blue-collar underbelly of baseball - prospects that use prayer and force of will to motivate 25 y/o vehicles to get them to every minor-league outpost between Elmira and Tidewater. It is the small stories that make 33rd so compelling - there's Bob Drew, Rochester's current, soon to be fired General Manager working the purgatory of play-by-play radio as punishment from disgruntled ownership - similar stories abound and unfold with the brilliance of a film noir masterpiece.
And of course there's Pawtucket. In 1981 groaning through the early stages of Reaganomics but still holding on to a fierce provincial pride that is found nowhere but New England.
Pawtucket is a city built on the waning fortunes of the textile industry and through the years has been subjected to every form of Tammany Hall exploitation. In fact, the very existence of McCoy Stadium is colorfully reviewed as Depression-era Mayor McCoy believes that a field built in the middle of an unstable swamp, replete with quicksand is a brilliant jobs program until material and trucks essential to the job start disappearing in the muck.
Maybe I liked the book so much because it reminded me of the public spiritedness of former New Jersey Governor Brendan Byrne who in the mid 1970s built the Meadowlands Sports Complex in a swamp, forced through a state income tax to pay for it and then, in a touching grace note, named it after himself. The state may have been broke but who cares about solvency when you can take in The New Jersey Generals, Disney On Ice and KISS in a single weekend.
Even if you are not a sports fan, Barry's elegant prose are engrossing, telling a story that reverberates far beyond a Rhode Island baseball diamond. An absolute must read!