I can’t remember how the photo ended up on my desktop. It was taken in the early 1980s. A shirtless man with a mustache and a Chevron cap. Playing pickleball.
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