The girl was talking in a frenzied and animated manner about her father's fashion sense.
"Don't ever wear socks with sandals, nothing dries up a vagina faster!"
"Why the hell are you telling me this? You know I don't wear socks in the summer and I certainly don't wear sandals."
We were going to see the movie Clerks at one of those artsy-fartsy movie houses that have an indifferent, solitary punk rock kid at the snack bar, sticky floors, broken seats, and a bouquet of popcorn and mystery funk. The girl had found the movie in the Los Angeles Times Arts and Leisure section while we were lying in bed. This was after an elaborate folding, flipping, and refolding of the newspaper and then a large circle in Sharpie. My Sunday was written in stone without me knowing it.
There was banter about the director, Kevin Smith, when I remembered that the A's once had a player of the same name. He was supposed to take over third base for Matt Chapman, but he couldn't hit a lick and was eventually released. Now he's languishing in the Yankees system (he has an awful .643 OPS as of this writing) as a Scranton/Wilkes-Barre RailRider.
"...seems like a likable guy, and gets respect for embracing nerd culture and for independently funding his first movie even though most of what came after is contrived rom-com."
Because of the baseball daydream I didn't hear most of that statement, but I just shook my head slowly and repeated the line every guy should know and repeat almost mechanically...
"I totally agree, babe."
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Hey guys, I'm going to be taking an indefinite break from this 'lil blog because, frankly, I'm kind of bored writing about baseball and would like to concentrate on more personal writings on my Substack site. I still love and watch (pirated) baseball every day, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to blend the personal with a sport in order to make it cohesive with this platform. Maybe my "stoke" will return in the future, but for now, au revoir.
You read something. You read another thing. Repeat for a lifetime. You figure out what you want to say or the story you want to tell. And you find your way of doing it. Then you do it again and again and again until you like the way it sounds. And you have to relearn how to do it every time you open a blank document. Or it's something else. No one fucking knows.-Lauren Hough on writing
