Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
Barry LygaIn baseball, when you get into the batter's box, that's it. It's just you. It's one man against the world. All that matters in that moment is your individual achievement and your individual skill. There is literally nothing that anyone else on your team can do for you. Hell, they're all sitting on the bench, waiting to see what happens, just like the fans in the crowd! It's just you and your bat.
And the ball.
I usually tug my helmet's brim once, then push it back up into position, but I'm not wearing a helmet. I'm embarrassed to find myself miming the action through sheer muscle memory.
Barry LygaSomeone's on the rag," she chides, then grabs her crotch as if adjusting a cup. "And it's not me.
Barry LygaHomecoming's stupid." And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.
Barry LygaMy heart went into triple time, like that burst you get when you realize the ball is going over the heads of all the outfielders.
Barry LygaDon't be stupid. You're a child. You don't know what it means to be in love." And she flung open the car door as if she wished she had the strength to rip it from the hinges, and stalked off to the house through the rain.
That night, I lay in bed, troubled by what she'd said, blocking out the sounds of argument from my parents' room. Was love what my parents had? Yelling at eachother, worrying about money? Never smiling? Never happy? If that was love, then I didn't want it.
It's just a base hit, people. It means nothing unless we put a string of them together.
Barry LygaHe fucked my wife!" George wailed. "He ruined my life!"
"Your wife was a goddamn whore!
I'm such a sleep pussy.
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