A child’s religion is his baseball team.
At my brother’s challenge I rattled off
the Dodger lineup and the pitching staff;
watched Podres get McDougal to ground out
in ’55, then wept my way to Hebrew School,
astonished by my joy; and spilled tears
toward a twisted mouth, betrayed, when Robinson
was traded to the Giants. And after
the last game we played against Durocher’s team,
I ran on the field alone — no one else —
and afterwards scooped up a Dixie cup
of dirt. While it was an empty shell, waiting
for the wrecker, I walked around Ebbets Field —
Bedford and Sullivan, McKeever and
Montague — then pried off a chip of blue paint
from the rotunda and a pinkish piece
of sandstone from the peeling cornerstone.
“Between Two Cities” appeared in Reuven Goldfarbs chapbook, “To be a Jew…” (San Francisco: Inter-Oco Press, 1977) and in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine
Photo is of The Brooklyn Dodgers celebrating the winning of game seven of 1955 World Series on October 4, 1955 with Johnny Podres, center, Roy Campanella, right and Don Hoak.