Ballerina Pink

I was so worked up over the final score in the Dodgers game on Sunday that I totally forgot to comment on the get ups they had on. I've got a Mom. I understand Mothers Day. I also understand that they want to sell ball caps in different colors, since we all already have Dodger … Continue reading Ballerina Pink →

The Dodgers are in Deeper Doody

I’m not done with the Dodgers. Not even close lol. In my last post, I started pointing the finger at manager Dave Roberts. Y’all probably guessed that I’m going to say this reminds me of something I experienced when I was playing ball. And it does. Not when I was a pro (our manager in … Continue reading The Dodgers are in Deeper Doody →

The Dodgers are in Deep Doody

I don’t mean to leave y’all hanging about the iPhone and Joyce and the flourless chocolate cake, but something’s gotta be said about the Dodgers. And soon. What a mess. It’s not that Corey Seager was so brilliant and carrying the team this year. I already said how I thought that his performance (or lack … Continue reading The Dodgers are in Deep Doody →

Introducing the Blocks

Mom’s started reading my blog. She says she likes it and maybe they do teach you to write after all at Maryville High. Mom came for a visit in January and hated Monica on sight, so she really liked the Valentine’s Day report. Okay, she liked the strip club part less, and asked why I … Continue reading Introducing the Blocks →

Corey Seager: View from Short

What I was going to write for Seager’s birthday tribute was that he’s the best shortstop I’ve seen play live (excepting when I saw Cal Ripken Jr. for two games of a double header when I was 8 and Dad and I drove up to Baltimore.) No wonder he was Rookie of the Year and … Continue reading Corey Seager: View from Short →

The Corey Seager Injury

I started out writing this last Friday, as a tribute to Corey Seager on his 24th birthday. Then life, a date with Monica on Friday and a “date” with Candy (I still call her that) on Saturday happened…and I not only missed church, but I forgot to finish my blog, too. Then, on Monday, along … Continue reading The Corey Seager Injury →

Dinner with Joyce (Why not?)

I've told y'all about how I met Joyce in the store, and about how she asked for my number in the most awkward way I've ever been asked for it. She called a few days later. And straight out asked me out to dinner. I thought "why not?", and said "I'd like to". We agreed … Continue reading Dinner with Joyce (Why not?) →

Joyce

As Monica has no time for social media other than her own, and she doesn’t even know that I’ve started this blog, I reckon I’m pretty safe writing about things you ordinarily wouldn’t want your girlfriend to know about. Like Joyce. It’s just a fact of life that I get hit on a lot at … Continue reading Joyce →

The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 5 (and last)

After getting me in his truck and not telling me where we were going Keaton pulled the truck into a parking lot in a deserted-looking part of Arcadia. I knew the place. I'd been to it before. K*******s. It's a topless sports bar. That's a polite way of saying it's a strip club with a … Continue reading The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 5 (and last) →

The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 4

Monica ended our Valentine's Day date by telling me she had to be at work early the next morning. The evening had been a disaster, so I was expecting it. Still, that was the most money I'd ever spent on a girl just to get blown off. I got back in the car and drove … Continue reading The Valentine’s Day Massacre Part 4 →