The Boys of Summer

It feels so good to be back in NYC, and what’s better than taking your boy to Yankee Stadium?  Hmm… maybe a little DeLillo to go with that Hot Dog?

He runs up a shadowed ramp and into a crossweave of girders and pillars and spilling light.  He hears the crescendoing last chords of the national anthem and sees the great open horseshoe of the grandstand and that unfolding vision of the grass that always seems to mean he has stepped outside his life – the rubbed shine that sweeps and bends from the raked dirt of the infield out to the high green fences.  It is the excitement of a revealed thing…

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