Ranted by Cary Tennis
A reply to my critics
The author of "My Name Is George, and I'm an Alcoholic" clarifies his views.
Steeped in the rough-and-tumble spoken-word movement, boiled in punk rock, roasted in alcohol, pressure-cooked in American literature and turned like a newel post on the lathe of American journalism, Cary Tennis brings his angry oratory on arts, politics and culture to Salon every other Thursday.
This week, in a reply to readers who disapproved of his recent Salon cover story, “My Name is George, and I’m an Alcoholic,” he mounts a spirited defense of the First Amendment.
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God, I hate baseball!
Cary Tennis remembers the baseball games of his Florida youth, those long summer days stuck in the outfield, trembling with fear.
Every fall when the World Series rolls around, Cary Tennis remembers the baseball games of his Florida youth, those long, blistering-hot summer days stuck in the outfield, trembling with fear.
Every year, knowing that if all goes well he may never have to play another game the rest of his life, he sighs with gratitude and says to himself, God, I hate baseball!
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