Hall of Famer Rogers Hornsby, when asked what he did in winter when there was no baseball, famously quipped that he stared out the window and waited for spring.
Avid fans who choose to while away the empty months by reading about the sport should really pick up our latest addition to the Fitzgerald’s 1928 Writers’ Bookshelf: “I Don’t Care If We Never Get Back – 30 Games in 30 Days on the Best Worst Baseball Road Trip Ever.”
The trip began with a meal at Fitzgerald’s 1928.
Few activities embody Americana more than baseball and road trips.
In a sport driven by statistics, these two Harvard Lampoon graduates, Ben Blatt and Eric Brewster, become the playthings of an algorithm of their own creation that is the driving force behind all of their driving – 30 games in 30 days, every pitch – sending them zig-zagging across the country and nearly driving them crazy in the process. 8,193 pitches later, 22,000 miles later (the circumference of the earth is only 25,000 miles), this Lewis and this Clark, waving a foamy finger from every stadium, have taken us on a madcap (30 mad baseball caps, that is) adventure. We’re grateful to them for the story. Those of us passionate enough to have ever contemplated doing anything even remotely similar are grateful for the vicarious thrill and the feeling that because they’ve done it in such a dedicated and complete fashion, we don’t have to do it after all.
The bonus for the reader comes in the form of humor and insightful observations. How the Star-Spangled Banner before the words “Play Ball” resembles grace before a meal, how a “strange class war” plays out in the stands, how a ticket is a piece of paper that promises an experience, the beauty of a sad person eating an ice cream, the humor in how the tyranny of their schedule often has the two harried travelers rooting by turns for both teams in the same game, how failure is tolerated on offense but perfection is demanded on defense, how in a game dedicated to repetition we remember the anomalies, how a contest in which almost nothing happens is uneventful but one in which nothing happens is perfect, how impossible it is to explain a fan’s obsession with this sport to someone who does not share that obsession, although this book may just succeed in doing that.