There was a beauty here bigger than the hurtling beauty of basketball, a beauty refined from country pastures, a game of solitariness, of waiting, waiting for the pitcher to complete his gaze toward first base and throw his lightning, a game whose very taste, of spit and dust and grass and sweat and leather and sun, was America.
John UpdikeAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: March 18, 1932
- Died: January 27, 2009
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