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!



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