ON A RECENT Wednesday I arrived late at our magazine-league softball game—I missed the first three innings, but was in time for the stoning. The Decade of Neglect had caught up with me.
NR’s opponent was Vanity Fair, another member of the league which plays on summer evenings in Central Park, on the ball fields above the Reservoir. These games are for the most part sweetly peaceful events, in which it’s okay to play no softball at all and instead hang around drinking lite beer. When a breeze crosses the grass, it’s an urban idyll.





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