Author: Brad Zellar

  • These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruin

    The King deputized for the Queen at many sacred functions, dressed in her robes, wore false breasts, borrowed her lunar axe as a symbol of power, and even took over from her the magical act of rain-making. His ritual death varied greatly in circumstance; he might be torn in pieces by wild women, transfixed with…

  • Bummer, But Sort Of A Good One

    I guess this is one of those occasions where you could label a victory a bit of a disappointment. The whole game after the first inning certainly qualified as anti-climactic, but given the match-up going in, the win qualifies as a gift. You could already tell that Felix Hernandez was off as he was throwing…

  • Last Night Was A Very Satisfying Appetizer

    If you’re a resolute glass-is-half-full sort of character I suppose you could find something to bitch about from last night’s game. I’m not sure what, but I’d be delighted to hear from you all the same. I’m always delighted to hear from crackpots. Another entertaining and efficient Ramon Ortiz performance (fifteen ground balls). How often…

  • 'She' = 'He.' And 'Her' = 'Him' And 'His.' Just Because It's Easier That Way

    He took her somewhere. She went willingly. They went together. It wasn’t exactly as if she were lost, although that description would work for the sake of melodrama or metaphor. She didn’t, though, have any melodrama left in her, and she no longer had any use at all for metaphor. Things exactly as they were…

  • Ouch, That Smarts…

    Take another kick at my heart. Or as Tom Kelly would say: Oh my. It must have something to do with cosmic vibrations or something. Joe Nathan can take comfort in the fact that Mariano Rivera blew his own first save today, on a two-out, three-run walk-off homer to Oakland’s Marco Scutaro, who in this…

  • Hey, Tampa Bay Devil Rays: You've Been Ponsoned!

    Damn straight! There’s not much finer than seeing the Twins’ offense living as large as its starting pitcher, and when that starting pitcher is Big Sid, brothers and sisters, that is very large indeed. Large and in charge, and very, very greasy. The guy allowed eleven base runners in five-and-a-third innings yet surrendered only two…