Books by Bascom

The Boundless Game

“Through a life spent playing soccer, Tim Bascom captures the global and personal nature of the game. He shares experiences from around the world, taking readers from dusty African streets to sweltering Kansas fields. His passion for the game will resonate with anyone who loves sport.” –Paul Carr, ESPN & FOX World Cup researcher

“Equal parts touching memoir and fascinating history, The Boundless Game reminds readers of the power of sport to provide connection in an increasingly fragmented world.”–Peter Jasso, director of “From Football to Futbol”

Continental Drift

This collection of short stories, now available for pre-ordering at Main Street Rag, features a diverse array of travelers who cross paths between the U.S. and eight African nations. They are challenged, sometimes deeply disturbed, but always brought to see the world anew. Their stories reflect the tangle of cross-cultural interactions that take place every day as real travelers from real places try to connect despite all the differences that so easily divide.

Climbing Lessons

Climbing Lessons is a collection of inter-linked stories about the bond between fathers and sons, a bond often nurtured through out-of-door adventures. Like modern-day parables, each of these playful, sometimes poignant stories illustrates the special bond between fathers and sons–and how that relationship must change with time.

Chameleon Days

“As we left the Addis Ababa airport and started across the city, my brother Johnathan and I stared out the windows of the Volkswagen van like dazed astronauts. He was six and I was only three, but we were both old enough to sense that life might never be the same. A torrent of brown-skinned aliens streamed by, treating the road like a giant sidewalk, their white shawls and bright head wraps bobbing ….

Running to the Fire

“The bus is swaying along 7,000 feet above sea level, covered with fine red dust, when we come upon an incredibly deep ravine and a narrow bridge and two sentries lounging behind a half-circle of sandbags with a mounted machine gun perched next to them like a praying mantis.  The brakes squeal.  The sentries straighten….”