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The Old In and Out Odyssey
Frayn Masters
There was no place to get it on.
There are bulky strange men in the kitchen, they are laying new black and white tile. It is daylight out, so that limits the possibilities. The proximity of
House of Words
Scott Tomford
The Living Room
This is where we watch TV, where we entertain guests and let them add to the walls. You can see some of the words from the last dinner party on the ceiling if you look
My Son Thinks He's French
Patrick Wensink
My son thinks he's French.
His accent was cute at first, but it's starting to get on my nerves. If he asks for another glass of Beaujolais I'm gonna go to jail for child abuse.
Yesterday, I
An Interview with Donald Ray Pollock
Elizabeth Ellen
It takes a lot to get me to read an entire book. I buy, borrow and steal books by the hundreds, but the actual number I read from beginning to end are very few. In the last seven years, I've
An Interview with C.J. Hribal
Nick Fox
C.J. Hribal (a.k.a. – Juice Hardball) is a stone cold baseball freak. The kind of guy who can tell you who played third base for Cincinnati in 1990*, or who was commissioner when the designated
I'd Do It Again, Too
Grant Stoye
Cory glares at me across the room. His left eye is swollen and purple. If you look closely you can see his veins throb as they pump blood to his stupid, beedy-eyed, cat's asshole of a face.
His
Not Just Another Day at the Ballpark
Jim Ruland
If the game of baseball is a narrative in numbers, try this one on for size: on Saturday March 30, 2008, 115,300 people showed up at Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum for an exhibition game between the
The Dark One
Daniel McArdle
I Telltale
My dad still has the lanky, deceptively thin frame typical of most pitchers, with long, gibbon-like arms – he is 6'2' but wears 37' shirt sleeves, giving him the reach of a man four
The Tools of Ignorance
Nick Mainieri
I've seen em all.
The pretty boys with all the talent and not an ounce of sack.
The Latinos so flashy they trick you into thinking they're good.
The fake hustlers who got everybody
It's Like I Hit a Homerun or Strikeout Every Time...
David Kramer
When I was a kid, my dad took me to a Mets game at Shea on my birthday. I remember walking up the ramps and looking outside the stadium, past the corrugated blue and orange panels that hung
I've Got Dreams to Remember
Andrew Bomback
To the editor:
I enjoyed your baseball preview issue but wholeheartedly disagree with your predictions for the National League East. If you look at the schedules for both the Mets and the
Baseball Haikus
A swing and a miss.
And now the lone samurai
Returns to the bench.
- Ted Weir
Longball
The flyball skies
Of Modern Bags
Dave Prescott
I had worked in a bottle factory, a bottle-top factory, a paper factory, a nut factory, a bolt factory, a clock factory, a wall factory, a door factory, a window factory, a whisky factory, a wheel
At the Zoo
Dan Pinkerton
Tom had been promising for some time to take Stevie to the zoo, and today was the day. He paid their admission and the two entered the zoo grounds, passing the gift shop, built to resemble an
Lopped Off
Robert Repino
I wanna have cool recurring dreams, ones that'll make me sound smart when I describe them to people. Right now, I only have the same dreams everyone else has -- you know, where your teeth fall out,
Happy Hour
Len Joy
After work on Fridays we'd usually go over to The Holly on 27th for a beer.
One night I'm working late so I don't get there till seven. Quigley is sitting at the bar in his usual place. I take
Roy G. Biv
Jared Ward
I'm a big fan of blue. The dark, deep blues. Like that James Taylor song, deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. Green's nice, too, but I prefer blue.
Don't know if I could call it my
Ninth Grade
John Michael Cummings
Up to our lunch room table came the newest, biggest loser in the ninth grade -- Intercom! We called him Intercom because he wore a big bolt-like hearing aid that, protruding from his ear, made him
The Good Cents of Security
Greg Boose
Earl Jenkins was a security guard at PNC Park where the Pittsburgh Pirates play baseball. Every time he worked one of the sidelines, right down on the field, and he snagged a foul ball, he
Like Unto God
Sharon McGill
Sometimes the name they give you is all wrong. Sugar or Baby, something sweet, something helpless, something you are not and never will be. If they studied your face instead of grabbing your ass
Tooth Decay
Garrett Socol
Before the curious series of events that stunned a quiet community, Calvin Flack DDS wondered if he would ever find the perfect dental hygienist. Two weeks prior to opening his practice in