Jason Heyward jars these mountains
4 min readMar 28, 2019
The following essay first appeared at Pitchers & Poets in April of 2011. Today is Opening Day, eight years later:
My Southern blood told me it was too cold for baseball. The gray clouds and crisp air set a mood more in tune with the gridiron than the baseball diamond. Then the gray clouds turned to black and rocks started to fall from the sky: it was hailing.
