I know as well as anyone the ridiculous, bread and circuses fascination America has with sports but sometimes I just get sucked into its narrative, just like people do with afternoon soaps, teenage vampires, or reality “talent” shows.
The ball of string fits reassuringly in my hand, smaller than a softball but just bigger than a baseball. Its perfect sphericity seems impossible against my palm, testament to the care and diligence with which it was wound.
Even though I now have every book ever published at my fingertips, there’s something missing when I read on a screen.
One word can change the meaning of a sentence. Certain words emphasize certain things. The tense of a verb can change the narrative distance.
