Margo licked at her teeth incessantly. Though that they were her teeth was debateable. They resided in her mouth and were used to chew her food for later digestion, but they hadn’t grown naturally from her gums, their maintenance and care would be trusted to a team of technicians and she hadn’t even been...
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NEGROES WEREN’T IN FASHION BACK THEN, not in Grenville, not like they were in New York City, or Chicago. There were no Jackie Robinsons or Sammy Davis Jrs. Sure, we had plenty of negroes, but they just cooked and cleaned and played music on their porches at the edge of town. They all had...
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Dublin, 1971 MARY QUINN IS ABOUT TO WIN the national varsity women’s title. Again. She is a dominant woman on the court with dominant thighs. She has a penetrating forehand and an incredible short game. The tennis world is decades from the first graphite composite racket and therefore in the height of...
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What does it mean to be a man? Shoes knows. It’s when you’re walking down the street and a bunch of kids try to get you to fight with them and you don’t. But Mike says, Maybe not. Maybe you should have. Should have what? Should have what? I’m walking down the street and...
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“This is a game of inches. An inch is often the difference between a base hit and an out. We try to have the inches go our way.” — Emil Bossard, Cleveland Indians groundskeeper, 1936-1959 The soft summer rain stopped around five a.m. I had fallen asleep to the fat splat sounds the drops...
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THE NIGHT MICHAEL went into the hospital — December 13th — Sidney Crosby recorded the first six-point game of his career. Five assists, one goal. The next day Michael watched the sports highlights in the main lounge for sad men on the tenth floor of the institute, a stone’s throw from the University of...
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