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Pat Hughes has served as the radio broadcaster of the Chicago Cubs for nearly 20 years. I’m falling asleep to your voice today. It’s 80 degrees in Mesa and blue skies color your radio play as wind...
View ArticleDullest Damn Game
When I was around eight, and my parents had already split or would soon, I had a dream that terrified me. My father drove me down a dark, leafy road to a strange house enveloped by shadows. He took me...
View ArticleWhen the Indians Were Good
When a Ritalin addled right fielder more likely to pick grass than hit his cutoff man could still have a good eye. When grandpa still had season tickets. When Uncle Brian had a bigscreen next to his...
View ArticleThe Paradox of a Woman’s Sport
When I was growing up the sport on the living room TV was tennis. Tennis, in Boston during the era of Reverse the Curse and Brady’s rise to power on the Patriots. Tennis didn’t have the glamour or the...
View ArticleBrews and Shoes
When I think of ultramarathons, I inevitably picture a dirt trail through thick woods going up the side of a mountain—the Sierras, perhaps, or the Appalachians. Thing is, I live in rural Illinois, and...
View ArticleDreaming in Leicester; or marching to the corporate beat
Fourth in the Barclays Premier League, Arsenal FC are not in a bad position. That—at the risk of reprising a certain Rafael Benitez—is a fact. Granted, they aren’t winning the league, but finishing in...
View ArticleTHE CHAMP IN TWILIGHT
John Cena used to announce himself, The Champ is here! For a decade, he spent more time as champion than not. Muscle-bound. Clean-cut. Reliable. Rarely hurt and never attached to any substance-abuse,...
View ArticleTHE FUNK-JACK SCALE
There’s a story about veteran professional wrestlers Cactus Jack and Terry Funk. They entered an arena, only to discover one of the smallest crowds they had ever encountered. One thousand folding...
View ArticleChampagne Showers Bring May Flowers
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then...
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The Name of the Game: Baseball Gods and the Sanctity of Sports
INTRODUCTIONChampagne Showers Bring May FlowersJoe Lucido, Sports Editor BASEBALL FEATURE POETRYWrigley Field Vendor Prays for a WinKaren Craigo FICTIONThree Hundred ElevenMichael Czyzniejewski...
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