Saturday, August 14


I've decided to dedicate my life to sports. No, not playing them -- watching them. I set the VCR to tape the first game of the US women's basketball team (we crushed New Zealand 99-47). I watched the tape in between events on NBC today. And then, Jen and Pam and I went to see the PawSox play. (If you've never visited the minor leagues, it is a highly good time. Parking: $2. Ticket: $6. Hot dog and Coke: $5. Annoying children screaming, "We want a hit!": Priceless.)

All this sporting fun, however, has lead me to one inevitable conclusion: I've lowered my dating standards. And I don't think it's a bad thing. I just want someone who will take me to a ball game and not say anything except things like "Wow, Millar's just been crushing the hell out of the ball lately." Oh, yeah, and pay for the hot dogs.

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