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April 30, 2021 | Nonfiction

Bonding at Home Base

Sally Simon

Come late spring, my dad turned into a man I didn’t recognize. Normally a quiet man who spent his free hours taking a nap on the couch, he morphed into a talkative baseball fanatic. The Philadelphia

April 29, 2021 | Poetry

The Hot Dogs of Physics

Claire Gallagher

We were allowed to be alone in the stadium, an object which is infinite. Prove it.
I can’t remember if we took the bus. More likely your dad dropped us in traffic and the civic door thunked on our

April 27, 2021 | Fiction

National Pastime

Brett Biebel

Somewhere in the archives of Baseball America, there’s a story by an Italian journalist named Giovanna de la something or other, and she attempts to verify, through old box scores and personal

April 26, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Field

Maureen Mancini Amaturo

Just ahead is the familiar field, a diamond with rounded corners. I walk up with head down, anticipating that time will drag its feet while I sit and wish I could be attending to other things. But

April 25, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Only in a Dystopia Could The Bachelor Exist: Matt James Edition

Victor Glass

He was black, handsome, and nonthreatening, so white people loved him.

April 25, 2021 | Interview

We Are Not Ourselves: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Noah Cicero

Elizabeth Ellen

I think I give non-important people dignity. I still believe there is magic in this world.

April 23, 2021 | Fiction

The New Opening Day

John Paul Carillo

The paper said my team (Sand Gnats) had a chance this year (second season with the new name), so I opened the fridge, opened a beer, sat down, and turned the TV on to watch the first game of the

April 22, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Favor for The Dude

Mike Andrelczyk

My brother and I were standing outside of the 30th street station in Philadelphia.

I forget how old we were but we were old enough that our mom let us take the train alone from Lancaster to

April 21, 2021 | Fiction

The Kid

Tommy Vollman

The one and only time I ever met Ken Griffey, Jr. was at a baseball clinic.

I was hitting off a tee when he strolled up behind me. I was 12, and Junior was still in high school, a volunteer, but

April 20, 2021 | Poetry

I want to give Glenn Burke a high five

Lauren Lopez

I want to give Glenn Burke a high five / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for seeing Dusty Baker’s raised hand and just hitting it / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for coming out in 1978

April 19, 2021 | Poetry

A Poem That Takes Place on September 26th

Hattie Jean Hayes

My legs on yours, in the stadium lights,
I have only just learned your name.
You point, across the outfield,
at the worst fight we will ever have.

I can barely make it out in the crowd
of

April 18, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

You’re Always In Such A Hurry

Jenna Putnam

The boys are back together and everyone's in town except it's desolate and nobody gives a damn

April 16, 2021 |

Choking Up

Brian Kelley

April 14, 2021 | Fiction

An Inning at Camden Yards

Peter Tyree Morrison Colwell

It took me all morning to build the fence.  I used old lawn chairs, cardboard boxes, and rusty sign posts from the dumpster behind 7-Eleven.  I meant for it to look like Camden Yards.  The right field

April 12, 2021 | Fiction

Stickball

Nicholas DelloRusso

Mike and Nick and Tom are already playing stickball in the back lot when Dad drops you off at P.S. 236. On one brick wall they’ve chalked a strike zone, on the floor is a powder-blue pitcher’s mound

April 11, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Writing Is Just Shitting

Julie Chen

you have probably peed with everyone you’ve ever loved, including the woman you do right now

April 11, 2021 |

Making Weight (pt. 5)

Denny Connolly

Previously on...
Part 4  ||  Part 3  ||  Part 2  ||  Part 1 

April 9, 2021 |

Dispatches from the Treehouse: The Cutout Year 

Joseph Horton

Last year, Tim and I bought cardboard cutouts of ourselves ($129 each, apparently for charity) that watched every Athletics game in the stadium that we could not.

April 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

Lessons in Manhood

Minna Dubin

My husband Paul and I are drinking beers and eating hot dogs at the baseball stadium in San Francisco. It’s even a little boring, and I have my back to the field for a while so can I face my friends

April 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

B & W TV

Susan Parker

In 1949 we had viewed television for three years on a 12” screen. It inhabited a large wooden box with doors that pulled out and covered the picture tube when not in use. For the most part in those

April 6, 2021 | Fiction

Husky Park

T.J. Larkey

Bishop and I were smoking a joint on the pitcher’s mound. We drew dicks with our fingers next our school’s logo. It was mid-March, around midnight. I stopped drawing dicks and looked up at the empty

April 5, 2021 | Poetry

The last time I saw Aunt Priscilla

Ellen Stone

She was cursing at her TV. A Red Sox game was on. She was yelling at David Price, newly acquired from the Detroit Tigers. Price was behind in the count. I wanted to tell her that David Price was a

April 4, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

The Ocean is so Glad you're not Seventeen Again

Arah McManamna

When he drops you off at home you realize the soles of your feet are covered in tar.

April 2, 2021 | Poetry

The Widow on Opening Day

Brendan J. O'Brien

From the couch corner where 
his ass has crafted a killer dent
for the better part of a week,
my father begins shouting insane cuss words
at no one in particular – 
titty fucker bang bang, cunty

April 1, 2021 | Poetry

3 Poems

Devin Kelly

TOOLS OF IGNORANCE

“[the term] tools of ignorance...was meant to be ironic, contrasting the intelligence needed by a catcher to handle the duties of the position with the foolishness needed to play