Baseball as civic religion
I adore baseball in every way it’s possible to do so: see it live, play it (rarely but longingly), view it on MTV.TV, read about it. I always read at least two baseball books each summer. (One of this summer’s reads is Dan Okrent’s Nine Innings.) My interest in the 1950s of course leads me to baseball through another route — actually it’s three interests converging: baseball, the ’50s, and poetry. The best expression I know of this is Gerald Early’s essay published in the American Poetry Review in July/August 1996, “Birdland: Two Observations on the Cultural Significance of Baseball.” I put an excerpt from this essay on my 1950s site.