For the Love of the Game by Thomas R. Clark
The annual All-Star game’s home run derby is a highlight of every MLDBB season. The reigning champion, number thirteen himself-Blackie Sanchez-has come to the event with one thing in mind: Taking home his sixth consecutive title. But nine other competitors from around the world, including the former champ from New Jersey and an upstart rookie from Minnesota, have other plans. Splatterpunk Award-nominated author Thomas R Clark takes you out to a different kind of ballgame, complete with a dark and disturbing secret sure to please any extreme horror fan.
United StatesRicardo “Blackie” Sanchez is the best MLDBB has to offer. The five-time Home Run Derby champion knows he has nothing to fear from his rivals as he steps up to bat for championship number six, as long as he can keep focusing on the ball…or on the ball being a ball. Unless you live under a rock, chances are you’re familiar with MLB (Major League Baseball), even if–like me–you have neither the patience nor even passing interest in the sport. If I broke down what MLDBB stands for, it would ruin the whole surprise you have in store for you. Wondering where Thomas R. Clark came up with this whole concept has led me to only one conclusion; this is the result of the punchline of a specific subset of offensive jokes being nurtured and allowed to grow into something awful and perversely hilarious. There’s something very wrong with our friend Thomas, and I suspect maybe someone needs to take him out to the ball game, buy him some peanuts and Cracker Jacks, and supply him with a rain poncho like he’s in the front row of a Gallagher performance or an old school GWAR concert. Of all the ways one might think of to celebrate America’s Past Time, this is not within the first dozen or so things I’d have imagined. We just have to be grateful that Mr. Clark went there on our behalf, to liven(?) up the most tedious sport known to man.
Ricardo "Blackie" Sanchez is the best MLDBB has to offer. The five-time Home Run Derby champion knows he has nothing to fear from his rivals as he steps up to bat for championship number six, as long as he can keep focusing on the ball...or on the ball being a ball. Unless you live under a rock, chances are you're familiar with MLB (Major League Baseball), even if--like me--you have neither the patience nor even passing interest in the sport. If I broke down what MLDBB stands for, it would ruin the whole surprise you have in store for you. Wondering where Thomas R. Clark came up with this whole concept has led me to only one conclusion; this is the result of the punchline of a specific subset of offensive jokes being nurtured and allowed to grow into something awful and perversely hilarious. There's something very wrong with our friend Thomas, and I suspect maybe someone needs to take him out to the ball game, buy him some peanuts and Cracker Jacks, and supply him with a rain poncho like he's in the front row of a Gallagher performance or an old school GWAR concert. Of all the ways one might think of to celebrate America's Past Time, this is not within the first dozen or so things I'd have imagined. We just have to be grateful that Mr. Clark went there on our behalf, to liven(?) up the most tedious sport known to man.