Baseball Fan
by Daniel Beadle - Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Jake stands in the pouring rain at night. Smoke pours from the cig in his mouth. He stands to the left of his black truck. The headlights are trained on the pulped man in the road. Jake is holding his bloodstained Louisville Slugger between clenched fists. He abruptly shatters the left headlight.“You like baseball, Tony? I tell ya, the crack of the bat on a ball is one of those all-American sounds. Reminds me of apple pie on the Fourth of July. Not like that aluminum tink that kids use nowadays. I live for the sound of it. That crack that sends everyone into action. It’s fucking orgasmic. What? Football? Fuck football. That’s no pastime. You like football, Tony?”
“W-what?”
“Do you like football? Tell me you do. Tell me you love that shit. Tell me that baseball is a pussy sport and that football is the sport of beer-drinking pieces of shit that sit at home and beat their wives while they yell at the screen like it means something. Tell me you eat that shit up, because that would just make my day.”
“…”
“What? You tell me to fuck myself?”
“No! I didn’t say anything!”
“Oh, so now I’m a lying piece of bird shit like you? Your saying I’m a faggot who takes it up the ass?! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
Jake beats the man until blood turns the puddles red.
