Archive for April 2025

by: Josh Bryant It’s 4th and goal. One yard to go. Game on the line. All you see is elbows and assholes. And the fullback? He’s that son of a bitch with a Polish last name—30 carries deep, jersey stained with someone else’s blood. His dad’s the plant supervisor who opened up a can of…

by: Josh Bryant I was outside El Paso one night and stopped into a little place called Tejano Rose. Neon lights buzzing, jukebox howling out Freddy Fender, air thick with smoke, sweat, and small-town bravado. That’s when he walked in. A square-jawed Chicano cowboy, boots dusty from the desert, pearl snaps halfway undone, and a…