I never played baseball
A collection of short stories and poems about failure, love and baseball. It's funny. It's silly. It's the kind of book that may compel you to call someone special and remind them that you love them. After this beautiful act of kindness you will feel better about yourself. Satisfaction is guaranteed. It's an inconsequential ditty that you can read and feel good that you did. Check it out.
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May 6, 2013Being the youngest child in a family has its ups and downs. The baby of the family gets cuddled a little more, excused a little farther, and pushed a little more gently. No one wants to see the baby grow up and move out, so he/she is encouraged to remain childlike and youthful. But being the youngest is lonely. The baby gets dragged around to older siblings' activities, is told, "Aw, honey, you're too young," and learns to occupy himself at such events. Then the siblings grow up and move out, leaving the baby alone. The youngest can be an outsider, but also independent and resourceful. This is what I thought when I saw the cover and read the preface of Chris Howdyshell's new book I Never Played Baseball. He goes on to discuss aging, explaining the reason people get grumpier with time is because our bodies slow down while life maintains its speed. He almost named the book Old People Are Pissed, but perhaps it wouldn't have matched the photo on the cover, of his son watching a... More > baseball game. Maybe he didn't have a picture of pissed off old people at the time. And I guess baseball is more timely for spring, wouldn't you agree? Over the course of its fifty-couple pages, the book goes way farther than baseball or childhood memories. Common themes include age, disillusionment, technology, love, war, God (I think), human interaction, and Elton John. A few notable parts: "Jibber Jabber," which reads either like a dream or like a situation involving too much Theraflu, contains newspaper-eating creatures, Julia Child, a witch, leprechauns, ogres, unicorns, and a VW bus. And "What It's All About" -- a really sweet piece about... well, the meaning of life: "It's about being thankful/it's about being here." Presence and gratitude. I have to say my favorite part is called "Attic," a frame story-ish piece that starts with how he's never been in his own attic either because a) there are bees up there, or b) he's too lazy to get the ladder, and ends with the idea of finding a (small) treasure chest or even a copy of the Declaration of Independence. Sometimes you gotta fight your fear and/or laziness and haul yourself up in that stuffy space! Things you will come to understand about Mr. Howdyshell after reading the book: Chris loves his home (except the attic) and he loves his family. He's happy where he is, not because it's "perfect," but because he sees life as a gift. He hates bees and war, and he loves music and people. And, he never played baseball. Who knew?< Less
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- Christopher Garland Howdyshell (Standard Copyright License)
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- April 13, 2013
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