The Tumbl Inn
My place for fun and informative links related to sports, publishing, politics, art and technology. Some might also involve bacon.
“Because Seattle is so disconnected from the mainstream in this small corner of the huge United States, we could never produce the kind of predictable rappers who are obsessed with gold everything (Atlanta’s Trinidad James) or have a serious boner for fucking problems (NYC’s A$AP Rocky). Our rappers are instead asking girls to buy them drinks (Don’t Talk to the Cops!), or having Christmas on the moon (THEESatisfaction), or celebrating the greatness of a Filipino deli on Beacon Hill (Blue Scholars), or feeling like $1,000 in 1988 (Fresh Espresso), or dealing with an old beat-up Volvo (Grynch). “Thrift Shop” will sound like something that came straight out of the blue if you don’t come from “The Town.”
(via nwhiphop)
Four hours before my 3rd shift, Sertaun is behind home plate calling balls and strikes and I am hung over as shit standing behind first, a few paces off the base path. Sertaun knows I am hung over, that I have to work, that I’ve come to regret this volunteer opportunity more than I could possibly imagine, and that I all I want to do is get the fuck off of the field so I can go to my car and light a cigarette and not think for a few hours before I go stand behind a cash register and not think for a few hours. Sertaun knows these things, but calls a ball after the nine year old on the mound puts one in the dirt, and the nine year old at the plate starts to fish down for the ball, but pulls back before his bat breaks the plane of the plate.
Here’s the first para of a pretty great story by Caleb Curtiss, from before he was promoted to the majors (i.e. he’s now a Hobart Web Editor), included in last year’s annual baseball issue. We just opened submissions for 2013’s Baseball Issue. Submit and help make it awesome?
