Sunday, June 05, 2016
Learning the Game
-Markey is responsible, but it gets weird.
-Gentry girl?
-You heard?
-He claimed papahood.
-She didn’t know who he was!
-Rap and I decided that being that sick
meant terrifically lonely. So we put him
on the ginmill softball team.
-How’d that work out?
-Since he’s brilliant, the theoretical part
of the game gets grasped. But has no
athletic skills. None!
-His parents like the first part: quarter mil to MIT!
But...hafta throw him off team?
-Harp Costello used to be assistant baseball coach at Oney High? Took him on as a project. Hours!
-Pretty good now?
-Not bad! But he truly shines in the apres game! When we lift our flabby arms to fill our hollow legs with beer.
-AND inhale Bent Jo-Jo’s four-inch thick bloody cheeseburgers?
-Mais oui! fellow gourmet.
-With raw onion?
-All the girls are the raw onion!
-And is Markey shy in the face of such overt femininity?
-Takes a different one home every night!
-Sounds to me like you’ve added an ir before responsibility?
-Beautifully!
-It’s a Class Thing.
-Several classes, though.
-Just one in THAT dive!
Labels: beer, class, dive, dive bar, nonathletic, romantic temperament, softball, women
