One disco, one soft ball game, one lost love, one gay pride rally at a time.

I lost the ball game.

As a professional writer of detective stories, I string along with the ballplayers. I love a ball game.

I lost the ball in the moon.

To be a big league ball player, you have to love the game.

My teammates played hard and I lost the game for my teammates. I should have held onto the ball instead of passing it. If held onto the ball we would have won the ballgame, so it was my fault.