Let's Play 162

Found out a few weeks ago my baseball-themed story "Eternal and Unnecessary" will appear in the Autumn/Winter issue of Stymie Magazine. Exciting stuff. Since it's opening day I also have reason to run the following once written by Roger Angell. It is f'ing fantastic.

Baseball: learn it, live it, love it.

It is foolish and childish, on the face of it, to affiliate ourselves with anything so insignificant and patently contrived and commercially exploitive as a professional sports team, and the amused superiority and icy scorn that the non-fan directs at the sports nut (I know this look -- I know it by heart) is understandable and almost unanswerable. Almost. What is left out of this calculation, it seems to me, is the business of caring -- caring deeply and passionately, really caring -- which is a capacity or an emotion that has almost gone out of our lives. And so it seems possible that we have come to a time when it no longer matters so much what the caring is about, how frail or foolish is the object of that concern, as long as the feeling itself can be saved. Naivete -- the infantile and ignoble joy that sends a grown man or woman to dancing and shouting with joy in the middle of the night over the haphazardous flight of a distant ball -- seems a small price to pay for such a gift. Roger Angell, "Agincourt and After", 1975

A Limerick For Luck

The Madness of March has begun yet again,
the Irish are dancing, halleluiah, amen.
It was an up and down year filled with mistakes and oh no’s,
we groaned in frustration and thought “god this team blows.”
However late in the season came a glimmer, a spark,
on a magical run Tory and Ben did embark.
They stomped through the gauntlet knocking off GTown and Pitt,
suddenly, out of nowhere, this team was the shit!
They slowed down the tempo and started to pass,
and lo and behold we kicked everyone’s ass.
We got into the dance, boasting a six seed to boot,
that miserable winter was suddenly moot.
Now the tourney is here, the fun about to begin,
let’s kick this baby off by stomping Old Dominion.

GO IRISH!

It's A Celebration Bitches

The beer is green and the Irish are dancing in the tournament. Too bad St. Pat's didn't fall a day later. The Irish can't lose on St. Pat's. It's a mathematical impossibility.

Anyway, in other happy news my story "Loose Lips" is up as part of Crispin Best's very, very awesome Stories for Every Year Project.

Read it here.

Happy consumption.

1541 Was a Very Good Year

Unless you were a Gypsy in Scottland. Then it was sort of prickly.

Confused?

Don't worry. Everything will sort its self out when my short "Loose Lips" appears in the awesome "for every year" project by Crispin Best.

Check out project specs here.

Thanks for the opportunity and the awesome response time Crisp!

I'll let ya'll know when it hits.

Happy Superbowl weekend...who dat trying to tarnish Peyton's legacy?

Nano, Nano

New short by yours truly up at the awesome journal Nanoism.

Don't blink or you might miss it.

Thanks Ben!

Getting My Gloom On!

The sky here in Wisco isn't the only gloomy thing today.  My new story at Gloom Cupboard is pretty gloomish as well!

A big, big shout out to Allie Dresser at GC for her help and input.

GC named my short short "Flick" as this issue #114's  "must read twice" editor's pick.

So go read it two, three or four times.

Happy divisional playoffs.

Acceptance Friday

Might not draw as many followers as college football's Seperation Saturday, but I find it noteworthy nonetheless.

Monkeybicycle accepted a One-Sentence story I submitted to them a little while back and it is up today.

Also, Nanoism has accepted a compact piece I created with tiny sentences. It should appear in late January.

Pretty excited about both as I love both of these online journals.

Thanks so much Steven and Ben!