Things that irk you......

Because I enjoy the challenge of collecting autographs. So sue me.

Whomever said it was spot on: What fucking kid would want an autograph from a guy who nobody under the age of 30 has even heard of?

 

People in an office setting, seated no more than 5 feet each other, who call each other on the phone instead of walking over to the person's desk when they need something.

 

How about those who don't acknowledge when you are the one letting them in?

 

Absolutely.

I yearn for the days when I could play competitive softball, or football on Saturday mornings, or in volleyball leagues. Five fused vertebra and God knows how many screws and rods are barely keeping me walking.

In fact, I yearn for days when I had no pain.

I yearn for the days when my kids were small, and fascinated by me, as if I were their hero. Of course, I don't yearn for the days with the ex-wife, so there's give-and-get there.

 

The guy 4 feet across the aisle from me sends me emails on deadline.

 

When we worked in the same newsroom, my ex would send me lurid IMs from her desk 20 feet away.

 

Snow.
Actually, I fucking loathe it, but you get the idea.

 

I actually love all four seasons ... just not all in the same week.

I dread fall anymore, because my workload more than doubled and high school football season is the beginning of nine months of hell.

 

Begs to differ...

 

Would kids even know who the fuck Tommy Lasorda is?

It's not like the Baseball Bunch has been on TV for the last 30 years or so.

 

I hope you answer him by throwing a stapler at his head