Chapter 36
“Baseball, in its quiet way, was an extravagantly harrowing game. Football, basketball, hockey, lacrosse—those were melee sports. You could make yourself useful by hustling and scrapping more than the other guy. You could redeem yourself through sheer desire. But baseball was different […] When your moment came, you had to be ready, because if you f—ked up, everyone would know whose fault it was. What other sport not only kept a stat as cruel as the error but posted it on the scoreboard for everyone to see?”
—Chad Harbach, The Art of Fielding: A Novel
