“Heng! What are you thinking about?”
I open my eyes to find Socheat looming over the sofa where I’m lying, trying to calm and ready myself. There’s always an electric feeling in my chest on fight days, like a storm willing itself into life.
Read MoreMy parents were in the bottom of the 8th. At least. They had been together for 63 years. Long enough to remember when pepper was more than something encrusted on sushi. And a can of corn was not merely something from the Cub Scout food drive.
Read MoreIt is Alba who suggests football. Her father has offered her two tickets for the game at the weekend. Los Blancos. She asks Rob if he wants to go with her. Give them a chance to get to know each other socially like he requested.
Read MoreThree days before the cold February morning when they buried his body, Albert Benson returned home from his weekly games of eight-ball at the Cottonwood Elk’s Club to an automatic-opening garage door that refused to open.
Read MoreFive months after his wife died and a week before the Bears' first Super Bowl appearance since 1986, the doctors crack his sternum, extract three veins from his left thigh, and perform triple bypass, sewing up Bill’s chest like the laces of a football, which will slowly scab over and, if he doesn’t pick them, heal.
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