Curt Jones’ Father
By Jason Lee Brown


Curt Jones swung at the first pitch

leading off, down one run

in the bottom of the ninth

with the bases loaded,

and his dad beat his ass

in the parking lot afterwards—

for that and smarting off.

Damn, I’m lucky,

I thought, leaving the dugout,

my father didn’t even show.


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