Reporting Near Calvary Church
Jay Lee Ellis
Just mid-February but a day like summer
The victim was the leadoff hitter for the Matsushima Baseball Ocean Temple Gods in the bottom of the first.
Letterman wore khakis and the camera angled up his crotch. I watched every night or set my VCR to record on the rare occasion I left my apartment.
His gravesite at Holy Cross Cemetery brought a lump to my throat.
Just mid-February but a day like summer
I saw Candy the next time I went out. And the time after that. And the time after that.
I suppose all sports officials are gods of a sort...
Crack! The sound of impact, ball on bat...
In the original cut of the movie, Ray says, “You wanna have a catch?” But test audiences were disappointed with the complete lack of father-son acknowledgement.
Later I’ll tell him that in baseball you never know where the ball will go...
My friends lived for bottle rockets and Boy Scout merit badges; I, however, lived for called third strikes.
I couldn’t cut my hair (I’m no sheep) and I sure as hell couldn’t change my love of the Houston Astros.
I ended up in right field, ponytail eschew, cap falling to the bridge of my nose, shadowing my freckled cheeks.
Picture this: It’s 2004. I’m living in Berkeley, California. I swear I am a cool girl. I’m dating a rapper who has had some success. He’s got massive dreadlocks that differentiate him from everyone.
I was really into R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps and Fear Street series, the Sweet Valley High series, Harry Potter ...
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That’s what your parents say when they come in with their Santa suits. But it’s not Saturday. It’s Tuesday. It’s time to go to school.
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Canvas after canvas I see my life in scenes the artist cannot know.