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baseball, the game of infinite space

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lew | mid-twenties | he/him | polymath but ironically | phillies, red sox, twins, general baseball | I LIKE MY BASEBALL PLAYERS WOKE OR QUIET | huge homosexual | I write stories and make art | talking heads sideblog @musicforactivitiesfreaks / mash sideblog @writtenbyalanalda

A Thousand Gigawatts - A Gay Baseball Short Story.

"In the air there is the thick and potent feeling of being at the junction of one of the large hunks that history is wont to divide itself into. Like a demented trap door the floor opens up and the serfs and slaves of the world scramble at the hinge, tiding their cascading unease with bread and games."

It's 1937, and floodlights are being installed at Minneapolis' Nicollet Park. The Millers' second baseman, Zalman Axelrod, is thinking about progress, St Paul Saints shortstop Clem Hazeldine, and the cover of darkness.

A 5 minute read. RBs welcome.

>100,000 notes - mass market slop

10,000 notes - well executed crowd pleaser

1,000 notes - cult classic

100 notes - uncompromising avant-garde art for those of discerning taste

10 notes - misunderstood genius that the culture is not yet ready for

1 note - direct admission of suicidal ideation

i think that people should start using “in poor taste” as a descriptor again given it is often the most applicable and clearest phrase when discoursing about media and analysis; sometimes a piece of art isn’t actually THE most problematic thing of all time is is. ​just in poor taste (not JUST in poor taste as a reductive take on potential harm but/and as in regardless of intent the impact is this was an offensive or stupid take/choice)

said this in Discord the other day and someone joked “booty shorts with this across the butt” and in conclusion here they are

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“Every sound startles Lee these days, cars backfiring, postgame fireworks, mopeds blaring by. Sometimes the crack of his bat on the ball sounds like an artillery round — sometimes he loses it rounding the bases.”

Lee Podhalanski’s life is turned upside down when the 1969 Vietnam draft snatches him away from his major league dreams. Two years later, back from the war and playing in Asheville, NC, he meets a young ticket clerk with strong opinions.

A short 5 minute read. RBs welcome.

this is the time of my life most amaneable to forming a deep relationship with Sondheim's Company. and by god Im jumping headfirst

5’1 man with long lashes and soulful downturned brown eyes looking for companionship

Suns out appetite loss and sluggishness out. Hashtag reverse SAD. Love and light

my monastery where I put midwestern men and turn them gay by making them look at videos of joe mauer drinking milk and meditate on his stats from dawn to dusk

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