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) →