If you were to encounter me in the wild, out with friends on a good night or at Star Market on a boring one, you might not ever guess that I’m into baseball. Stereotypically, the average bespectacled white girl with an alt-music fixation is not. But for as long as baseball’s been in my life, so has writing, and as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that baseball and storytelling have more in common than one might think. Baseball fans and writers are romantics. We live for the buildup of tension and the release of action, whether that be in a book or a bases-loaded two-outs situation.
The 2022 Red Sox were bad... but they saved my life
