Less interview and more article-oriented than i recall the last issue being: interviews include (but are not limited to) the Weirdos, Rubber City Rebels, and Marlins pitcher Tim Spooneybarger; the Murderer’s Row of columnists includes (but also is not limited to) Mike “Zisk” Faloon, Tim “Dagger” Hinely, and Ben “FIND A TV” Weasel. And, since Weasel tagged Field of Dreams as the worst baseball movie ever, and co-columnist Johnny Van Passenheim, however, rated it above the Mendoza Line as far as baseball films go (anyone not familiar with the term “Mendoza Line” is likely reading about the wrong zine), i’ll stick my unsolicited two bits into the fray and state that i’m not really sure about Field of Dreams either way, because i’ve never seen the whole thing, but i’d say i saw about 60% at Miller Park last summer, because i was coming back up from Chicago one Sunday, and noticed that my filled Amoco™ C’mon Back Club card was good for a ticket to the Brewers-Pirates game that afternoon, and i know a place to park for free on the street about a mile or so from the stadium, then you gotta walk down some railroad tracks and cut through the Veteran’s Hospital grounds and ANYWAY i got a four-pack of Milwaukee’s Best™ Ice beer at a convenience store just off the tracks, and figured whatever i couldn’t suck down on the way there i’d pitch by the side of the tracks and pick up on the way back to my car, but then i remembered how sometimes during Amoco™ C’mon Back Club games (five fill-ups of eight gallons or more at any participating Amoco™? dealer and YOU shall receive a FREE Terrace Reserved seat! Offer good while supplies last!), if you get there kinda late, they claim all the free tickets are “gone” (offer good while supplies last!) and only offer you some lame “upgrade,” so i stuck one of my two remaining cans of beer in my pocket, and another down my pants – JUST IN CASE – and, yup, as i reached the ticket window, lo and behold, no more Amoco™ C’mon Back Club card tickets are available to me, Al Franken. But yet, i have my two remaining beers (not to mention a bit of a chilly willy), and they pump the Bob Uecker/Jim Powell radio play-by-play of the game out of stadium-mounted speakers to the great outdoors, and if one positions onesself in front of the correct glass-paneled wall of the stadium, one can see through the concourse, thru the outfield bleachers, and have a pretty good line of sight of pitcher, batter, and catcher, crowd traffic permitting. It’s like some manner of elegant 21st-Century taxpayer-funded knothole. So anyway, i got my own beer to drink, i got Bob and Jim calling the game for me, i can see the pitcher, catcher, batter, umpire and maybe the third baseman if i wiggle around just right – i’m actually having a better time watching the game from outside than i would have were i in the stadium. Eventually, however, some kindly guy on the inside who had a spare ticket motioned me over to the turnstile, and i was granted access to the game proper. After the conclusion of the game, for whatever reason, the Milwaukee Brewers Organization invited us all to stick around for Field of Dreams on the Jumbotron™, and i watched about the first hour or so, then surrendered to the call of the wild, returning home, where i made a lovely supper out of a bag of Jack Links™ Carne Seca Beef Jerky and a six-pack of Bud Ice™, eventually waking up Monday morning on the living room floor, awash in a large, aromatic puddle of regurgitated Jack Links™ Carne Seca Beef Jerky and a six-pack of Bud Ice™. Field of Dreams may fare no better than a one-off September callup, but i’ll give it a .201 for tenacity. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The logo in the lower-right-hand corner of the cover is a clever takeoff of the post-1922 Bauhaus logo. Extra bases for that one! –Rev. Nørb (PO Box 225029, SF, CA94122)