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- Jan. 31, 1994: The Arts & Media:Books
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Jan. 31, 1994 California:State of Shock
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 109
- Books
- Busters At Bat
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- <body>
- <p>Kids from the projects learn baseball, and a bit of hope
- </p>
- <p>By John Skow
- </p>
- <p> H---tw-----g is a loathsome and disgusting word, not suitable
- for a family journal, and it will not be used here. But Daniel
- Coyle's narrative of a Little League season in Chicago's most
- notoriously septic housing project does make the reader feel,
- briefly, that the odds on the human race are no worse than 3
- to 2 against.
- </p>
- <p> Hard Ball: A Season in the Projects (Putnam; 317 pages; $22.95)
- tells the true story of an enterprise so hopeless and ridiculous
- that it bursts through the limits of ordinary absurdity and
- emerges, grinning like a fool, on the other side. A bunch of
- white yuppies, as Coyle tells it, decide to help out with a
- Little League that's getting started in darkest Cabrini-Green.
- Cabrini is a 70-acre failed social experiment known, in understated
- terms, as the worst low-rent development in the U.S. From its
- high-rises rifle fire sweeps down, both random and specific,
- as rival gangs contest territory and drug-marketing turf. In
- Cabrini, as Coyle relates, "gunfire is discussed like weather.
- Better go shopping early, because they're gonna shoot tonight.
- They sure were shooting last night, weren't they? They was shootin'
- early this morning, but then it let up..." The annual homicide
- count, as Coyle notes, regularly exceeds that of several states.
- </p>
- <p> Hell with that. Gonna be a Little League in Cabrini. A tough,
- prickly black community worker named Al Carter gets it started,
- in tense alliance with an enthusiastic but overly religious
- white insurance man named Bob Muzikowski. The very white downtown
- corporations are persuaded to do the right thing, and since
- team names are to be those of African tribes, by mad and wondrous
- logic there are the Northwestern Mutual Life Pygmies, the Northern
- Trust Maasai, the Morgan Stanley & Co. Mau Maus and the First
- Chicago Near North Kikuyus.
- </p>
- <p> Coyle's narrative follows the Kikuyus, an endearing collection
- of woofers, goofers, complainers, excusemakers, big talkers,
- strike-out artists and wavers at fly balls. They are a fairly
- normal group of eight-to-12-year-olds, except for a higher than
- average incidence of male relatives dead or in jail, and except
- for their conversation. After one girl gangster shoots at another
- but misses, a gentle 10-year-old Kikuyu says, "I think I heard
- the bullet. It go fooooosh, right past my head." His buddy scoffs,
- "What, you never seen nobody do no shootin' before? Man, I seen
- that mess every day."
- </p>
- <p> True enough, or close. But the kids want to play baseball. When
- Brad, one of the white coaches, arrives at their field early
- in the season, "most of the Kikuyus were already there, loosening
- up their arms by tossing rocks at the El train." A two-level
- pecking order develops; there are the Busters, who are physically
- hopeless, and the Home-Run Hitters, who are prima donnas. As
- the summer swelters on, a couple of the Busters have growth
- spurts and become Home-Run Hitters. The Kikuyus win some games
- and even learn to execute the cutoff play. They earn a little
- pride and frequent slices of pizza (coachly bribes for good
- behavior).
- </p>
- <p> Coyle, a senior editor at Outside magazine, shrewdly focuses
- most of his attention on the kids, not the coaches. He tells
- his story without moralizing or cynicism, and doesn't pretend
- that a summer of baseball solved anything. In the end, after
- a team party at a coach's apartment, the kids get into cars
- for the drive back to Cabrini, which is still a war zone. This
- is not the moment for uplifting oratory, and Coyle doesn't spout
- any. But he does offer a gentle visual image that could be taken
- for hope: as the cars pull away from the curb, "a dozen small
- hands could be seen sticking out of the windows, trying to capture
- the air."
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