Sports

Lorie has come to watch the Spurs play. I am reminded that baseball opened its season last week. It got me thinking about trying anew to find favor with the sport. It would be really nice to have more events to watch on TV than I have TV-watching time, as well as just to have another interest, even a passion, something to follow, including books. But I cannot see myself being a fanboy for alpha-male athletes. I gave football a good chance last year. I even read a Staubach biography, remember! And there were those 1970s games on YouTube. Not to mention my Dreamland Football League. But it's a 'no go'. I'd just as soon watch more nasty porn. I don't have to work up an interest for that.

Lorie

Lorie stays late, has Pop drunk on his heels again. Coming into the kitchen to go brush my teeth and use the bathroom, I catch her cajoling Pop about taking her out to eat more often and spending at least twenty dollars. Since Pop is so drunk and only half-conscious, I am brave enough to go to the kitchen sink and become the focus of her attention, and I tell her, "You know, he cannot even pay for his car engine." She mutters about how she knows, and I add, "He cannot go out to restaurants everyday." I came away unscathed; Pop didn't tear into me. He cannot even understand what I was saying - my sentence structure being too complex for him even when he is sober. Lorie is pretty clever. As I leave, she turns the conversation around by saying she thought about co-signing for him (perhaps to get a new car, I guess). And Pop gulps the bait whole. They almost fall to weeping together. But I guess that's the nature of things, of men and women.