Cratering

A half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk.

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Cratering

a half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk
GPOYW, throwback edition, 1987-ish with my band.
Homecoming is this weekend. I can’t go, but, then, I never do. I am in touch with all the people I want to see and none of them are going. They never go, either.
The list of post-graduation accomplishments of these bandmates is breathtaking. I was lucky to find some freakishly talented people.

GPOYW, throwback edition, 1987-ish with my band.

Homecoming is this weekend. I can’t go, but, then, I never do. I am in touch with all the people I want to see and none of them are going. They never go, either.

The list of post-graduation accomplishments of these bandmates is breathtaking. I was lucky to find some freakishly talented people.

I don’t always wear a beard. But when I do, it’s to look fifteen years older.
Stay hirsute, my friends.

I don’t always wear a beard. But when I do, it’s to look fifteen years older.

Stay hirsute, my friends.

GPOYW: pathetic facial hair edition.
This represents something like ten days of “growth.” It’s hopeless, and it would look the same after another ten, or fifty. My facial hair pattern hasn’t changed since I was 13, except for the graying.

GPOYW: pathetic facial hair edition.

This represents something like ten days of “growth.” It’s hopeless, and it would look the same after another ten, or fifty. My facial hair pattern hasn’t changed since I was 13, except for the graying.

Nope.

Nope.

With my sister at her wedding. Gratuitously.

With my sister at her wedding. Gratuitously.

About nine weeks ago, I had two different doctors tell me that I wasn’t really fixable, and that I should lower my expectations for what I would be able to do from that point forward.

Guess what happens when you lift little itty bitty babby weights as part of your rehab, and it’s your first real motion of any kind in 3+ months.

Guess what happens when you lift little itty bitty babby weights as part of your rehab, and it’s your first real motion of any kind in 3+ months.

Gratuitous picture of my knees. This is how I ride in cars at the moment.

Gratuitous picture of my knees. This is how I ride in cars at the moment.

Gratuitous proof that my head was not talked off. Cary. 

Bonus: spiffy new haircut.

Gratuitous proof that my head was not talked off. Cary.

Bonus: spiffy new haircut.

And then, suddenly, a possible explanation for my issues with snow.

And then, suddenly, a possible explanation for my issues with snow.

GPOYW. Told you I was cutting it all off.

GPOYW. Told you I was cutting it all off.

Maximum gratuitousness.
(photo courtesy of my friend Mike D…but not that Mike D)

Maximum gratuitousness.

(photo courtesy of my friend Mike D…but not that Mike D)

Deeply, profoundly gratuitous.

Deeply, profoundly gratuitous.

GPOYHW
Robin asked what was up with the hair: I’m growing it out a little.
It’s unruly at the moment, since the places where I usually go (either the strip mall supercut or the financial district salon where they hire unbelievably hot supermodels who don’t really know shit about hair but wear awesome clothes) could not translate my requirements into a workable outcome. I’m going to a guy I know and trust tomorrow to help me get this right or probably talk me out of it altogether. “Dude, you’re a 45-year-old man and you look like an idiot. You’re already too old for a mid-life crisis and we’re cutting that off right now.”
BTW, it’s really hard to take a focused pic of the back of your own head.

GPOYHW

Robin asked what was up with the hair: I’m growing it out a little.

It’s unruly at the moment, since the places where I usually go (either the strip mall supercut or the financial district salon where they hire unbelievably hot supermodels who don’t really know shit about hair but wear awesome clothes) could not translate my requirements into a workable outcome. I’m going to a guy I know and trust tomorrow to help me get this right or probably talk me out of it altogether. “Dude, you’re a 45-year-old man and you look like an idiot. You’re already too old for a mid-life crisis and we’re cutting that off right now.”

BTW, it’s really hard to take a focused pic of the back of your own head.

Gratuitous Coaching Observations Wednesday:
By age 8, it’s obvious which kids are good at baseball.
You can also tell those who are good at life by the same age.
For a short cut to the previous realization, meet their parents.
The little blonde kid who hasn’t had a hit all year and then finally gets a big one to drive in key runs? It’s not just Bad News Bears, it’s real, and it’s pretty awesome. Go Hank!
I yelled at them hard for the first time today. Have fun, build your self-esteem, all that 21st century bullshit, fine. But if you’re looking down, fooling with the dirt while ostensibly playing shortstop, you could get really badly hurt and you’re going to hear about it from me. Ditto for floor hockey in the dugout.
There’s not a lot to take away from a 23-12 beating. But you will get a snack, at least.
I’m going out drinking with the other dads/coaches soon, and we’re going to set the playoff lineups. Damn right we are PLAYING TO WIN.
My kid’s a decent player, middle of the pack. But no one tries harder or pays more attention or is more polite and, honestly, who could ask for more?
I think this post is only about 100 words short of becoming a pithy, weepy Mitch Albom best-seller.

Gratuitous Coaching Observations Wednesday:

  • By age 8, it’s obvious which kids are good at baseball.
  • You can also tell those who are good at life by the same age.
  • For a short cut to the previous realization, meet their parents.
  • The little blonde kid who hasn’t had a hit all year and then finally gets a big one to drive in key runs? It’s not just Bad News Bears, it’s real, and it’s pretty awesome. Go Hank!
  • I yelled at them hard for the first time today. Have fun, build your self-esteem, all that 21st century bullshit, fine. But if you’re looking down, fooling with the dirt while ostensibly playing shortstop, you could get really badly hurt and you’re going to hear about it from me. Ditto for floor hockey in the dugout.
  • There’s not a lot to take away from a 23-12 beating. But you will get a snack, at least.
  • I’m going out drinking with the other dads/coaches soon, and we’re going to set the playoff lineups. Damn right we are PLAYING TO WIN.
  • My kid’s a decent player, middle of the pack. But no one tries harder or pays more attention or is more polite and, honestly, who could ask for more?
  • I think this post is only about 100 words short of becoming a pithy, weepy Mitch Albom best-seller.