Guys like him are a dime-a-dozen. Kenny Morrison drove his fist into his mitt and prepared for another groundball off the bat of Cisco Guerrero, Okinawa’s bench coach. He watched as Guerrero tossed the ball into the air and swung his fungo hard. Water spun from the ball as it skipped through the damp infield […]
DISCLAIMER — I’ll be frank. I hate putting together analytical work. It bores me. I want color. I want to look at the world as a three year old looks at the world – everything is mine to devour either with my mouth or with finger-paint and mud covered hands. I don’t want it in […]
A long evening shadow extended from a figure mimicking an exaggerated pitching motion — right arm wind-milling backward in the air, torso stretching as arms are raised high above the head, an embellished leg kick. The figure exploded forward, firing an imaginary baseball towards the home plate of a childhood now past. A slight smile […]
“It’s the best I found,” Shisa said, placing a weathered chunk of driftwood at Muskrat’s feet. “If you desire better, I could –.” “Silence.” Shisa slunk away, head low. He watched Muskrat snatch up the driftwood with his small, nimble hands. Muskrat twisted and turned the wood, examining every knot, tracing every blemish. “What is […]
