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    The Illuminati Comes To Dinwoody Field

    by  • September 23, 2014 • Baseball, Featured, Fiction, Jeff Dupuis • 0 Comments

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    “Winning is everything.” –Billy Martin, 4-time World Series Champion second baseman, 1-time World Series Champion manager, all with the Yankees. The Catfish, with one foot up on the lip of the dugout, watched the owner’s son, Wallace Dinwoody, lead three unfamiliar men across the field during practice. His mustache hung down near his Adam’s...

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    Rainin’ Tres from the Nike Outlet Store

    by  • June 16, 2014 • Basketball, Featured, Fiction, Matthew MacLellan • 2 Comments

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    I’m not sure which profanity I used, but I remember swearing before the four of them entered earshot. It was unremarkable that two of them were wearing black dress pants and perfectly-pressed white shirts with name badges pinned to them. That they were approaching a basketball court­—really just an elevated slab of cracked pavement...

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    Two Alaskas

    by  • October 24, 2013 • Fiction, Sara Stefanini • 1 Comment

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    Her eyes darted from side to side to side, then down at Cindy – who returned a steady, smiling look in the eye – and then finally back up to the framed view between two dapple grey ears flicked to attention. As the jitters in her gut began to march upwards and outwards to...

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    August in Their Hearts

    by  • October 23, 2013 • Fiction, Football, Josh Brown • 0 Comments

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    We all know August: the burnt-end of summer. In the late afternoon fry, the inescapable dry grass smell saturated the air. Heat waves played on the road ahead creating a mesmerizing ripple as if the road was actually melting. People began to complain about the heat again. The old, maroon S-10 didn’t have AC,...

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    Low and Away

    by  • September 10, 2013 • Baseball, Fiction, Jeff Dupuis • 0 Comments

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    “A pitcher’s effectiveness comes from confidence, when he suddenly realizes he’s got the touch, then he does not worry, when he’s a little bit worried, he’s missing…” — Mel Allen, Boston at New York, last game of the season, 1949 Two dozen roses, half red, half white, arrived at our motel room at nine...

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    Behind in the Count

    by  • September 5, 2013 • Baseball, Fiction, Jeff Dupuis • 0 Comments

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    “No matter how good you are, you’re going to lose one-third of your games. No matter how bad you are you’re going to win one-third of your games. It’s the other third that makes the difference.” — Tommy Lasorda, pitcher and Hall of Fame Manager of the LA Dodgers. This one is for Amy. I...

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    An open letter to the guy who spurred me on to a personal best in the final six miles of that fucking marathon

    by  • August 28, 2013 • Fiction, Other Sports, Rob Thomas • 0 Comments

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    THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH. Your memory of the event, that would change my life forever, is likely not as clear as my own. Please let me refresh it. It was a cool day in late October. The country road we found ourselves upon was flat and lonesome. The sky was partly overcast. Humidity...

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    The Comeback Kid

    by  • August 15, 2013 • Baseball, Fiction, Jeff Dupuis • 0 Comments

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    “It ain’t over ’til it’s over.” — Lawrence Peter “Yogi” Berra, Hall of Fame Player and Manager DIESEL ENGINES IDLED. Wind howled in with the sliding open of the automatic doors, then was muted again as the glass doors sucked closed. Men wearing light blue uniform shirts with navy blue sweaters hovered around, all...

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