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- The Long Fly Ball
- Copyright (c) 1994, Daniel Sendecki
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- The Long Fly Ball
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- So, you're what the town's been buzzin' about. A
- sportswriter, huh? My ol' coach once said that if 'n he needed a
- brain transplant, he'd a-chosen a sports writer. That's right - cause
- he'd o' wanted a brain that's never been used. Ayuh, I see you've
- heard that one before.
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- Excuse my cough - it's that sharp November afternoon.
- I'm tellin ya, Autumn steals outta here faster than a split-fingered
- fastball. The trees rust like ol' barrels and before ya know it
- you're sweeping snow from your stoop. I'm supposin' that you're here
- to write about Merle, eh? Damn tragedy, that is. A tragedy is just
- about the only thing that woulda dragged a big city boy like yourself
- into these parts. Methinks we should sit down. This old man's knees
- are screaming like rusty hinges. It's the game, ya know. The game
- did this to my body. A friend of Merle? Well...
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- Here we are. Mind the splinters, now, the bleachers
- need a sandin' and are beggin' for a paintin'. My knees? Ya, my
- knees ache. My back is just about useless. My eyes - hell, I used ta
- count the stitches on a baseball at twenty feet. Nows I squint just
- ta read the paper. I'm broken-down. Baseball players, methinks, are
- in the same business as whores - we ruin our bodies for the pleasures
- o' strangers. You write for one o' those big papers, huh? The
- Tribune? Well ain't that a kick in the ass? Sackville ain't seen the
- likes of a big shot like you since, well, since Merle and I played.
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- It don't make a difference to an old man like me
- whether you take notes or not. Doesn't make a whole lotta difference.
- The funeral? No, I didna go. It was a sad time though. Hell,
- Brocklin even decided to close his bar that day and he didna even
- close it the day those Japs bombed Pearl Harbor. Baseball, though,
- baseball here in Sackville is more 'an just a game, it's more like a
- religion. Home plate is like the altar and these bleachers I'd liken
- to pews. Mythical proportions? Well, that sounds about right. Was
- Merle a hero? Mayhaps...
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- Merle Kessler was a damn fine ball-player. Coulda
- turned pro, some say. Coulda played for the Cubs. Coulda been, but
- for the... What's that? The long fly ball? So, I've seen ya gone
- and done your homework, son. Ya, Kessler mighta been a hero, but,
- between you and me, heroes don't die that way.
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- It was the brightest, most scorchin' day I can
- remember. The Sackville Mudhens was playin' The Cochran Town Chiefs
- in the Illinois State Champeenship. A day so hot ya coulda fried an
- egg on the blacktop outside o' the stadium. Jesus P. God, it was hot.
- You're thinking that I'm just some old washout rattling off my mouth,
- I know, but I don't know if there's been a day like that since. Ya
- see, Sackville was losing, and ya, Cochran Town - they were the
- favourites owin' to the fact that they was from a bigger town an' all.
- There were two men on base when Merle Kessler stepped up to bat to
- deliver Sackville their champeenship, ayuh. Who was on the mound that
- day for Cochran Town? Don't laugh now son, but I think the pitchers
- name was Goliath. Thomas Goliath. Ain't that a kick in the ass?
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- Ayuh, I just mighta likened Merle to David that day.
- Merle was a helluva ball player, but he was a wiry little guy, he was
- tiny, he was dusty, he was just like... Sackville, ayuh. Well,
- the first pitch that Goliath delivered rumbled right through Merle's
- strike zone like the Chicago to New York. And hell, the second pitch
- -well that was the Express Train, if'n you know what I mean. And
- there was all of Sackville piled into this stadium here - with room to
- spare, mind you. They were jumping and screaming and yelling. Even
- with two strikes down, all of Sackville knew that Merle was a goin' ta
- rip that third pitch out into the field. Even with two strikes down,
- Merle knew he was goin' ta rip that ball. And when Merle connected
- with Goliath's pitch - CRACK - ya woulda thought that all o' Chicago
- and mayhaps most o' Illinois had packed themselves into these
- bleachers. The ball shot out from Merle'sbat just like a rock from a
- sling and climbed into the blazing sky.
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- That long fly ball looped into center field and...
- died. Merle roped that long fly ball was driven right into the
- centerfielder's mitt.
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- Yah, I guess Merle Kessler coulda been a hero. If
- that centerfielder had been playing a bit deeper, Kessler probably
- would o' played professional baseball. If that centerfielder had
- panicked at the crack of the bat, Kessler would've been Sackville's
- savior. He would o' made somethin' of himself. If that bastard had
- dropped that damned ball, Kessler probably would'na taken up drinking
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- What's that? What did I do after that game? I went
- home to my Diane. I went home to Diane and we had a couple o' kids -
- they're both pretty successful ya know. Both o' them moved to Chicago
- as soon as they were gone and done with their schoolin'.
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- Now, son - don't go kiddin' yourself. I know you're
- not here to write about a sorry old sack like me. You wanna here
- about Merle. What's that? What did he do after that game? Well, he
- never played again. No sir, that man took straight to the bottle.
- You wanna here about how much Merle drank? Just go an' ask Brocklin.
- He'll know. I'm supposin he got to be Merle's best friend over the
- years. Ayuh, mayhaps, if Merle Kessler had a girl like my Diane, he
- wouldna gone and done that. But it's all about that damn ball. If
- that fielder had dropped that cursed ball, none o' this woulda
- happened. I'm supposin' if he had let that long fly ball go, Kessler
- wouldn't have wrapped his Duster around o' that light polea few nights
- ago. No, if that ball had dropped into the soft outfield, Kessler
- would've been more than a few lines in your Tribune. Wouldna he?
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- When did I retire from the Sackville Mudhens? My boy,
- I didna play for the Mudhens. No, I never played with Merle, neither.
- A friend? No, I'm supposin' I wasn't much o' that, either. Not
- family, my boy. I played for the Cochran Town Chiefs.
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- What's that? What position did I play?
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- My boy, I played centerfield.
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