Wednesday, July 17, 2002

If you're listening....

They Might Be Giants are going to be in my town tomorrow!!! ....and they're not stopping until they get to Portland. D'oh. I'd really like to have a chat with whoever is in charge of this stuff and let them know there are people in Eugene who like music too, dammit. I know, it's sorta poh-dunky, but it's a college town for cripe's sake. TMBG's core audience is made up of college kids. Do the math, man.

Got a call last night from a friend who lives in Toronto and he asked if I was scared to play ball tonight because of "the incident" last week. And my dad offered to get me a catcher's mask, just in case. I play 3rd base, so I'm thinking that'd make me look like a wuss. Nah...I'm a trooper. Now, if I get hit in the face again, I'm gonna start thinking I have some bad karma coming to me for some bad stuff I did in a past life or something, but I still won't be afraid to play. I'd just be horribly disfigured. Brave and horribly disfigured.

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