Every January 1, a bunch of you scribble out some rambling thoughts, edit them, re-edit them, take a deep breath and hit send. Some of these messages are lengthy. Some
FIELD NOTES
A PRAYER
FOR BASTARD ATHLETES
AND THE OTHER SPORTS
Bless the holy terror who beat every rigged game at the State Fair.
And the broken creatures who move with preternatural grace between tangled lines in the soft hours of YWCAs.
May y’all find a season that never ends.
—PROVERBS 0-2-2