My Bull Durham

I never could be "Meat". It took a special less caring, less...everything type person to play "Meat". I never before qualified to be the "end of the line" catcher in the movie, Bull Durham, either, but that is my seemingly new position in the game of life. I have moved up a block. I'm 40.

I have suddenly gone from 39 to 40. I didn't see it coming and I sure as shit didn't think about the timing of my small little hernia surgery....the second one I have enjoyed. They say I will be back for a third some day. I am off for the week to mend. I am suddenly my age.

Before I went under knife, I played my third game with this mens slow pitch team. I coach this team. My team is good and so is Neil. Neil is massive, young, handsome and hysterically slow upstairs. He hits the ball very far but is off to a slow start. His mouth isn't and our team aint, we have won all three games and B was on fire to start the year.

Neil brings his gf out to the 3rd game. Hot but airy......would in a heartbeat. Neil was a bit more vocal to all on the team with the appearance of his gf. He is tremendously built from construction. When he drops the gauntlet, you pick your spots.

Neil starts chomping at B...always calls me coach. He is seated beside his gf as I stroll to the plate...I hear, quite loudly:

"What u think of the coach?"

"He's Pretty....like him..."

"What? He's old!"

I hit the ball a mile long but it went straight away centre and crashed off the top of the wall. I trotted to 2nd and stood there checking out his gf.......

"Neil, NEIL! You better hit it out or her memories of the "Long Ball" might not come from you."

He popped out.

My Bull Durham.  

B