Vaseball was the subject of yesterday’s post. It comes up a lot in my work, including in the Chet and Bernie mystery series. Here’s the first mention of baseball in the series, from the first book, Dog On It:

“He mentioned you’d gone to West Point.”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s quite an accomplishment, just getting accepted.”
Bernie was quiet. We watched the door – I could see the number, two little metal pieces, but I’d have to take Bernie’s word that it was 37.
“How does baseball fit in? Lieutenant Stine said something about that.”
“I played a little ball. They were short on pitching that year. Otherwise they’d never have taken me.”
“You pitched for Army?”
Another nod, this one not so happy.
“I love baseball. Were you a power pitcher or the finesse type?”
“Power, if you want to call it that, until I blew my arm out. That’s when I learned that finesse wasn’t my … “