Colour tattoo on the side of the ribs showing two red baseball stitch lines with black outlines, with black script text reading Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.

Baseball stitches and script quote on ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Mixed · Photo

Two curved baseball seam lines, drawn in red with black outlines and shading, frame a block of black cursive script across the side of the ribs. The quote is set in three lines of handwritten lettering, with the stitches mirrored above and below it. The black ink and red stitches give a bold, clean contrast against the skin.

Lettering Ribs Stitches Script Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The seam had split along the third stitch from the top, the red thread gone frayed and grey as dishwater, and Maureen Pell held the ball under the strip light above her workbench as if it might explain itself. Danny Kosinski had carried it in a Co-op bag, along with the news that he would not be going back up to the plate on Saturday. Three strikeouts against the Millbrook pitcher, he said, and his dad had gone quiet in the car the way he did when a thing was settled.

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Maureen didn't argue. She waxed a length of thread, threaded the curved needle, and set him to counting the stitches out loud while she worked. Each one went through the leather twice, she told him, and each pass was a small promise that the ball would hold together under pressure. The shed smelled of linseed and damp cardboard. Outside, a bowling alley sign buzzed and flickered pink across the car park. By the time they reached one hundred and eight, Danny had stopped mumbling and was simply watching the needle.

On Saturday she stood by the left-field fence in her gardening coat, the stitched ball in her pocket. Danny stepped in and flinched at the first pitch, and the umpire's hand went up. He might have stayed in the dugout after that. Instead he tapped the plate twice, the way she had seen his grandfather do, and waited. The next pitch came in low and he swung with his whole thin body. The ball cracked off the bat and climbed toward her, the red stitches flashing in the afternoon light, and she raised her hand and caught it clean.