The Black Diamond
The rain in Chicago doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I stood on the pitcher's mound of an underground diamond in South Side Chicago and felt that rain soaking through my shirt like a second skin, and I thought about how my grandfather once told me that the city was built on lies and the lies were built on baseball and the baseball was built on lies. He was right about...
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