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)
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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)
Disneyland and Winning a Bet
Before I write some more about the Smokies and their shortstop shortstop Sumter Henderson, I have to tell y'all about my trip to Disneyland with Keaton on Wednesday. I guess I gotta begin by telling y’all that I love Disneyland. We took a two awesome family vacations to Walt Disney World when I was growing … Continue reading Disneyland and Winning a Bet
Three Pickles with Joyce
So back to Joyce and the iPhone. To recap, there we were, in the expensive steakhouse, about to eat our desserts, and I unwrapped the package she’d given me. (Joyce actually wrapped it and didn’t stick it in a stupidass gift bag. It’s way more fun opening a present when you have paper and ribbons to … Continue reading Three Pickles with Joyce
Parrots 19, Kung Paos 2
Tuesday night sucked for LA baseball…but it was a great night for softball. At least for the Pasadena Parrots. I reckon it sucked for the Kung Paos. That’s the score in the headline. 19 runs isn’t impossible in softball, but c’mon, it’s 19 runs. We f***in killed it. (Mom said it was ok for me … Continue reading Parrots 19, Kung Paos 2