Apartment 643 (part 3)

So I was telling you about my roommate Slater in Hickory, and then got sidetracked by the story of me and Joyce and the Parrots’ Labor Day cookout. (That turned out okay, once Joyce calmed down from her jealousass reaction to some of the other girlfriends there. I just let her go on until she … Continue reading Apartment 643 (part 3) →

The Dodgers: Last Week of the Season

What’s gonna happen to the Dodgers? I’m glad that the season didn’t turn into the huge disaster it looked like it was going to be back when it started, but us Dodger fans are in for a nervous four days. The magic number for winning the division and getting into the post-season is 5. Still. … Continue reading The Dodgers: Last Week of the Season →

The Labor Day Cookout (last part)

So everybody had a good time at the Pasadena Parrots softball team Labor Day picnic. When Joyce and I were in the car, I did ask her about why she didn’t talk to anyone else when I was in the pool. And not to tell me it was about age, since that’s bullshit. But that’s … Continue reading The Labor Day Cookout (last part) →

The Labor Day Cookout (part 2)

So the Pasadena Parrots had a bring your girlfriend Labor Day cookout at one of our outfielder’s parents’ house in San Marino. The house was amazing, and had like a whole park for a backyard. Obviously with a swimming pool and tennis court. I don’t play tennis, but I never pass up a chance at … Continue reading The Labor Day Cookout (part 2) →

The Labor Day Cookout (part 1)

I reckon I need to interrupt my telling y’all about getting my teammate Slater laid back in Hickory for an update on Joyce. We’ve got two young guys on the team who live next door to each other in San Marino. So their parents are like super super rich. They both go to PCC (that’s … Continue reading The Labor Day Cookout (part 1) →

Apartment 643 (part 2)

During my year playing ball in Hickory, one of my two roommates was a kid who’d been drafted out of high school. Name: Slater Hughes. Position: 1st base. His mother controlled his entire life so he never had one. She not only came with him to Hickory, but she stayed in our apartment for a … Continue reading Apartment 643 (part 2) →