Posts by Jim Ruland
His Point of Sadness Now Becoming Light
Adam Robinson
There he was in the dugout crying.
All the guys were on the field. They were slugging it out because what were they supposed to do? Clint got beamed in the small and Gary charged from the
Some Little-Known Statistical Anomalies in the Game of Baseball
J. Ryan Stradal
It is not for nothing that baseball has existed since 1846 and now encompasses 30 teams playing 162 games each a year. In that span of time, speculative taxonomists and fly-by-night actuaries have
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service
Robert Swartwood
I stop at a 7-Eleven for a pack of gum. I give the cashier a twenty.
"You don't have any ones?" the cashier asks.
I don't, but I say I do anyway.
The cashier just stares at me.
"Um,
Two Stories
Grace Andreacchi
Shopping
I was sitting at the kitchen table, it was morning, the light was pale and fine, he was messing about, making something nice for me to eat. 'I want you to come with me to buy a
Three Stories
Edward Mullany
In God's Country
Camping in the northern part of the state, two guys and a girl woke to the sound of what they thought was a nearby bear. The sound did come from a bear, but the bear wasn't
Jesus Or Happy Birthday
Molly Gaudry
It's Christmas Eve, our birthday's less than an hour away, and, per Tannen family tradition, it's Davie's and my first night home for the holidays. Unlike me, Davie's not much of a drinker—not
Unpreparing
Lindsay Hunter
My boyfriend and I have sex and when we're finished he holds me close and whispers into my ear, I just date-raped you. What do you do now?
In the grocery store he throws an avocado at my head
Blank Spaces
David Valin
In a walk-in closet, my father's ties were exactly six centimeters apart on wooden dowels. I gently touched the gaps between his ties and ran my fingers through the ties. Before anyone else, he
Bowling Alley
Jill Widner
Sumatra, Indonesia, 1963
The hibiscus hedge is the boundary line the girl is not supposed to cross. Sometimes, for something to do, she walks to the end of the sidewalk and listens through the
Mind and Body
Ed Meek
Those days I believed in Body over Mind. I believed Mind followed Body because I knew matter could think. I was a cook in this little hotel/restaurant in Missoula, Montana. The manager put me up in
They Whisper
Tai Dong Huai
They think I don't hear their whispers, but I do. Even with a bathroom between our bedrooms, all I have to do is put my ear to the wall and I can pick up every word.
At twelve, I know a lot. I
Colossal Crimson Crop
Gabe Durham
I met her on the corner of a street and an avenue. "We didn't fix anything," she told me. She was no-nonsense, a fast-walker, a liberal. She agreed to show me around.
I tried to ask what it was
Words End Here
Blaze Dzikowski
"I don't really know how to put it across," said the private detective.
Birds of spring flew across the bright sky behind the window of a dark office. The 50-years old woman sat down and looked
Psychology, Cooking, Chemistry
C.A. Conrad
ADLERIAN THEORY
A little girl in a red princess-style coat with a checkered lining, aged three. She's on tiptoe on the back seat of the Chevy, a red and white finned '57. That's what I remember
To Save the Dying
Jason Jordan
"Sometimes things aren't supposed to change," Billy would say, lying in bed while rubbing my back, when we got to talking about the town, about how unfortunate it all was, how opportunity had gone
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
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