The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of Baseball #2

Bob Gibson (St. Louis Cardinals; 1964)


Vanwall said...

When I was a kid, Gibson threw some awesome shit off those high mounds - some of pukes in the Show today would be catchin' the next bus to the Carolina League, on their own dime, too, if they had to see Gibson, Marichal or Drysdale bringin' the heat.

Claude Glass Twin said...

I grew up in Saint Louis where baseball is a religion and Gibson walks on water.
I was lucky enough to meet him a few times after he had retired, and he is the exact opposite off the field; kind, friendly, humble and light hearted.
What an amazing man and incredible pitcher.

Steve said...

Best right-handed pitcher ever? So some say.

I was too young to remember him playing, but he lived in my hometown after his retirement. I can remember watching him buff his Mercedes.