Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Let’s Kick Off NaBloPoMo With Narcissism
Or, as I like to call it, the glory of my youth—when walking up and down the stairs didn’t cause any pain. Oh, how I miss that. I also really miss playing softball. The softball field was always the place I felt most comfortable, well, until the internet was available to us mere mortals.
So, anyway, this is me, in 1985. I just found this softball program in the closet, when I was actually looking for an old love letter from sixth grade that I wanted to post. Also, contrary to what this bio says, I wasn’t all league in high school, although I should’ve been. I’m still bitter about being overlooked, so let’s not discuss it. I was, however, all Southern California in college and tied for league MVP. So there, take that, high school!
These are the school records from our softball program. I underlined me, because that’s the kind of self-important chick I am. Also, it was 22 years ago, when life was good and kinda easy.
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I’m so impressed! What a fabulous jock you were!
Helly on 11/02 at 07:28 AM -
Cool! I’m impressed, too. If we’d gone to high school together, would you have let me sit at your lunch table?
Nancy on 11/02 at 09:09 AM -
Oh my gosh! You were EXACTLY the kind of woman that I would stare at while sitting in the student union or class or wherever, wondering if you were gay, completely repressing the fact that I was, indeed, gay. Sadly, I don’t understand sports stats, but I’m sure you were awesome.
My sister still laughs, saying, “I could never figure out why you were so fascinated with lesbians. I guess now we know.”
I liked jocks. And singers.
So my wife is a singer. Lucky me!
(Apparently I feel the need to comment on everything this month, skipping over the fact that I’m not the actual blogger, just the comment-leaving-stalker)
on 11/02 at 09:18 AM -
Nancy, I was an athlete, not a popular kid. In high school, I hung out with the same friends I hung out with in junior high. A small group of about five of us. The only place I wasn’t shy was on the field. You know how sometimes actors are shy and it’s hard to believe because they perform in front of people? I was like that, but on the softball field. So, I might’ve asked if I could sit at your lunch table.
MoonandSun, at the time that picture was taken, I wasn’t gay, so if you would’ve guessed, you would’ve guessed before I did. My first gf was a musician though, does that count? By the way, those of us with blogs appreciate comments from comment-leaving-stalkers.
on 11/02 at 06:25 PM -
Oh good!!!!
The first comment I ever left on a blog put me in a 2 day tailspin of thinking bad thoughts about myself. I didn’t know the ettiquette of blogging, and thought that maybe I had to be invited to even read a blog, much less leave a comment. I even had a nightmare that the blogger CALLED me to chastize me!
I’m a weirdo, I know.
on 11/03 at 04:50 AM
