What if you love art AND baseball? In the Eighties, Voice critic Peter Schjeldahl had the answer—and what other paper would’ve published it?

The drawings become anti-targets, a record of pitchers striving to avoid the bull's-eye that any major leaguer could park in the bleachers.

“The essential hallmark of the Yankees has changed in the decade since George Steinbrenner purchased the club in 1973. By now, at every level in the organization — from the guard at the gate to the principal owner in his private box —the Yankees are marked by a broad streak of paranoia”

“He's the best player the Mets have ever had — the best ballplayer New York has had since Mickey Mantle. But, like the Mets, he seems to have jumped from a confident future to a disappointing past without ever basking in the present. He's not having fun, and neither are we.”

Randolph smacked the pink projectile way up in the air, over the asphalt infield, over the fence that was an automatic double, over the alley that was a triple, and —crash!­ — right up against the fence over the 16th floor.

"In America, people sometimes hope New York will die before the close of the century. And so the spectre of another Yankee Frankenstein rising from the ash of urban blight is enough to turn stom­achs from Shawnee Mission to Walla Walla"

In 1975 the Voice spent quality time with the former Yankees pitcher and kindred spirit

Reflections on film, culture, sport, and freedom — from the United States

Exploring the Bard of the North Country’s deep connection to the national pastime