catfish 37

 That reminds me of the older but still hot woman slipping her ticket stub to the good-looking car valet and whispering in his ear, "I have an itchy pussy,"  and the guy replies "Those Japanese cars all look alike to me, but I'll find it."

I think a week has passed and nothing has popped up about those three girls twerking on that cop car, so I don't know what that means.

I had hoped that Old Dog would have given us an update on Groot.  Perhaps he only reads the blogs on Wednesday, or maybe he has seen it, but feels that his Wednesday Only rule is more important than the distress of his fellows at The Institute.

I have a pal from Indiana who is coming to town this afternoon and he is not leaving until Wednesday afternoon so you may not hear from me until the end of the week.  Perhaps you fellows can discuss something among yourselves.  

We were the terror of the league.  Nobody could hit Tiger.  Nobody could keep Evers or Chance from hitting. Ron hit some too, Itch a little,  myself I was keeping my eyes open, keeping my eye on the ball as it twirled up over the plate, getting a walk every now and then, but mostly those half hearted slow rollers, but every now and then I would hit a good one.  That whole thing between me and Ron over centerfield faded out because the other team hardly ever hit one to the outfield.

 It was well boring, standing way out there in the outfield, looking in to home where the other team was mostly striking out, and trotting in to mostly wait for Tinkers and Evers to come to bat and score the three or four runs that was all we needed to win the game.

 So you’d think we’d be leading the league, but we weren’t, the Champaign Bar Association was.  The Champaign Bar Association, that was the name of the team.  You’d think they’d have a better name than that, they all hung out in this bar in Urbana, The Office, maybe they could have called themselves The Officers or something, I don’t know, they were mostly a bunch of assholes.  They took that lawyering thing right into the game.  They had a book of the softball rules right in their dugout, and they had three or four guys who did nothing but look through it after every play, maybe some guy had an illegal bat.  A bat’s a bat for Chrissake, but there were rules in the book about how long it could it be and how heavy and how much pine tar it could have on it.  And if they thought the other team was using a bat that might be illegal, if the guy made an out they wouldn’t say anything, but if the guy got a hit, especially if it was an important hit, out they would march with the book and the arguments.  All the other teams hated them, but even without all that lawyering they were still a pretty good team, and they’d only lost one game.

 We’d lost those first two games before we got Tiger and Tinkers and Evers, one of those was to The Champaign Bar Association who had lost a couple too, so if we could beat them that would give us the league championship and we were looking forward to stomping them,  but with Tiger and Tinkers and Evers that didn’t look like it would be too hard to do.  This would be great winning the league championship in the final game, it would be like a movie. 

 Not like I cared that much about it.  I had all these other things going on, like my new apartment and Gina, and her buying all this crap for it, fancy stuff, and I’m thinking why do I need all this crap, and not only that but it cost all this money, not that I cared that much about money, but maybe I did, because I used to have this whole sockfull of bills, and then they just became these numbers in a book, and then all those numbers kept getting smaller and all I had to show for it was like tablecloths and more sheets and comforters which are just fancy blankets, but that was okay because they would cover that black water mattress and that would make Gina happy and I looked forward to whispering those sweet nothings into her pink ear as she modestly covered her breasts up with that soft pricey bedspread with all those pale flowers all over it, but giggled a little naughty.

 And that all happened, the giggle the naughty.  And it was great, just great, the whole little drama, acted out in my very own bedroom, Catfish finally getting what he had worked at for so long, and all those darlings between us.  It was, maybe it was love. 

 Because after the fireworks, wrapped up in each other, when normally I was into slipping alone into dreamland, she would be talking, whispering really although who could hear us.  Strange stuff really odd bits and pieces of like when she was a little girl, the candy store she used to go into after school was out, and stuff that happened yesterday like some dumb conversation in the hallway as she was waiting to go into her next class.

 I never could figure out how to take my part in this conversation, I just didn’t think that way, that kind of, I don’t know, dreamy talk, to me it was more like this happened and then that happened, and that was like the whole story.

 And the thing was I kept thinking about that Denise thing.  It didn’t mean anything, it was just something that happened.  Could’ve happened to anybody really.  It would be a good thing to get out of the way, if for no other reason than it was eating at me, well Catfish you know he gets drunk, sometimes he does stupid stuff.  Damn that wouldn’t work.  No. Let it go.

 And anyway the whole thing would probably never come up unless I brought it up.  Itch knew, and that was a little worry because even though Gina and me were tight, she still mentioned him every now and then, but not very much lately, and anyway he wasn’t much into her.  And there was Ron, he knew about it too, but we were pretty tight lately.