ZISK #31, $2, 8½” x 5½”, copied, 60 pgs.

Holy cow! There’s no shortage of fantastic stuff to read here: history, politics, personal musings, Bob fuckin’ Dylan, beer, complaining/moaning/whining, and, most importantly, baseball. Some might grumble that a zine based on pro sports isn’t exactly punk, and that’s a reasonable argument. However, the Zisk staff (including a few names you might recognize from the pages of the very magazine you’re reading right now) do a killer job of keeping things both substantial and entertaining. Unless you just hate baseball, you’ll love this. Keep in mind: this zine weighs in at a hefty sixty pages and is almost entirely made up of text (with some sweet illustrations sparingly spaced throughout), so it might take approximately nine innings to read; if you do hate baseball, and you’re stuck watching a game with friends, consider picking this up instead—you won’t regret it, and it’ll be good fodder for post-game shit-talking. –Buddha (PO Box 469, Patterson NY 12563, [email protected])