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April 29, 2016 | Fiction

TOMMY SUAREZ, DEPORTISTA ESTUPIDO

David Solorzano

Midway through the school year one of the kids in one of the other sixth grade classes hung himself, so we couldn’t call the game we played in the mornings ‘suicide’ after that. 

April 29, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Steve Shilling

New ballparks keep sprouting up,
like summer sweet corn. 

April 28, 2016 | Fiction

Wild Card

Kyle Bilinski

Parker’s mental damn busts open the second he sinks a cleat into the batter’s box.  

April 28, 2016 | Poetry

Oh, To Be a Center Fielder, a Center Fielder - And Nothing More!

Keith Kopka

Come closer reader, please,
I didn’t mean to insult you. 
I’ll let you punch me
right in my asking face.

April 27, 2016 | Poetry

The Infield Fly Rule

Alan Walowitz

The full moon may strike you
dumb and limp and lost
when bat readies to encounter ball
and you hit it high as the moon--
still the ump declares, You’re out!
before you’ve moved a step from home. 

April 27, 2016 | Nonfiction

Lineage

Tony Press

I was wearing my home-made Giants uniform, as I did every day that week, laboriously sewed by mom who was not enamored of sewing. 

April 26, 2016 | Poetry

We Are in the Cellar

Katie Armstrong

There’s no TV or radio here, so it’s only later we hear that our guys lost big
at home on Blake Street

April 25, 2016 | Poetry

Why I Might Coach the Little League Team

Devin Kelly

I would go back now, though, live in the nervous fidget
before I said I like you & kissed her braces
with my upper lip & bled all over her teeth.

April 22, 2016 | Poetry

Listening to a Baseball Game on the Radio

Thomas O’Connell

There is something about listening
To a baseball game on the radio

April 21, 2016 | Fiction

A Single Happened Thing

Daniel Paisner

It was the summer of Monica Lewinsky and Mark McGwire and Armageddon. I was on a short business trip to Philadelphia—a handholding, as it is known in the office. I was sent, via Amtrak, to coddle

April 20, 2016 | Fiction

Lines Come Last

Richard Johnston

When I first met Dawn, I didn’t know what a lexicographer was. I had to look it up. Later I admitted I hadn’t even realized that people still made dictionaries.

“Of course they do,” Dawn

April 19, 2016 |

Impermanent Ink

Chad Schuster

Much has been said about that smile. I'm not in the business of describing smiles.

April 16, 2016 |

BATMAN V SUPERMAN: DAWN OF JUSTICE

Sean Kilpatrick

Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity, the Sequel, or Part Zilch of Ten Billion, My Entire Oeuvre is this Film, a Mental Disturbance of a Review, 666 Words in Length

April 16, 2016 |

Hardcore Henry / Punisher in Daredevil / Batman V Superman Again

Sean Kilpatrick

Must we insist on doling out movies by the stratagem?

April 15, 2016 | Nonfiction

Meeting Mickey

Theresa Corigliano

It is 5:30 in the morning. I am standing in the lobby of a midtown Manhattan hotel, judging the distance between me and a planter because I am pretty sure I am going to throw up.  My stomach is in

April 14, 2016 | Poetry

Freeway Statistics

G. O. Clark

each pitch lost in the peripheral blink of an eye

April 13, 2016 | Nonfiction

The Stained Souvenir

Matthew Callan

I have been to many games at Shea Stadium and I know that this facility’s bar for unacceptable behavior is extremely low.

April 12, 2016 | Nonfiction

Fuckface(s)

Andrew Bomback

Let’s start this account of fuckfaces on October 18, 2006. I was 30 years old, recently engaged, in my third year of residency training at Chapel Hill, and depressed about the New York Mets. 

April 11, 2016 | Nonfiction

The Softball

Stacy Murison

Dear Dicky,
You probably figured it out by now, but I’m sorry I stole the softball.

April 9, 2016 |

Report on AWP LA 2016

Sean Kilpatrick

FUCKING HELP ME

April 8, 2016 | Fiction

Messiah

Erica Peplin

Pauline wanted to correct him. He should have said catcher. That's the one who squats. 

April 7, 2016 | Fiction

How to Eat a Sunflower Seed

Evan Lavender-Smith

Otherwise you'll end up with a mouthful of husk shards. 

April 6, 2016 | Fiction

Last Pitch

Peter Piliere

It is the last inning of the last game of a mediocre season for a mediocre team. 

April 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

Stephen King's "The Body" (an excerpt)

Aaron Burch

I was twelve going on thirteen when I first saw Stand By Me. I guess that would have made it 1990. As the narrator, Gordie Lachance, says about the first time he saw a dead human being, as voiceover at the beginning of the movie: “a long time ago… but only if you measure terms in years...

April 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

Nine Things About Bunting

Tara Roeder

Once I googled “Can you bunt in football?”  Answers.com had a helpful “Answered by the Community” reply: “No.”

April 1, 2016 | Nonfiction

Rodents

Toni Nealie

There are bite marks exposing the bright green flesh of two kiwis in the blue glass fruit bowl.