365 people made me a baseball psychic
I have accepted a challenge of making a list of 365 people who have in some way touched my life. Next I am to write a little blurb about them with a small hitch. I must write using the exact amount of words that equal my age for each person. In my case 41. At first I thought this would be impossible. My next thought was it would be a breeze. Now I go back and forth between the impossibilities and the opportunities
Monday, August 21, 2006
I admire a person who stands by their beliefs however badly or often they are battered over them. How, with such strong-will, can even that person be goaded into aggression by an overzealous fan? Can’t we play nice in the sandbox?
Sunday, August 20, 2006
135. Greg aka Ed in the white t-shirt
Thrown into someone else’s drama without warning. Unsure if my attraction was to you or your protective qualities. You invited me out when I was done working. Proceeded to spend the rest of my shift with someone else. Exit stage left.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
134. The Oxygen Dealer
Handing us 3D-glasses, he raved we would never see a show more beautiful. The kaleidoscope that unfolded as we sat on a deck overlooking the lake was indescribable. Firework finale over. He returned to his colored cylinders, selling rejuvenation at $1.00/minute.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
133. Kristen
You drink yourself into oblivion, cling to your new-best-girlfriend (the one you just met five minutes earlier) and go home with any man who will have you. All the while talking about some boyfriend who left you while you weren’t looking. Do you know why they always leave you?
132. Jon Katz
Friend, author, Yankees-fan. You look to me for optimistic baseball-rants. It ain’t over until the last pitch! I look to you for writing advice and those questions that make me wonder. Do dogs have souls? How can I prove they do?