Softball King

What can a zitty guy say. When you got it, you got it. Maybe I’ll have to tryout for the baseball team this year, too. I’m being facetious. BUT, I did play really well. I was 4 for 4 with a double and three singles. I scored every time, too. When I got there my grandparents pastor was already there warming up. He was asking me where I thought I’d be strongest in the line up, and I quickly stated “LAST!” He obliged. I told him I did have some wheels, and that if I could get on, I could really get around the bases.

He replied. “If there’s one thing I know more than preaching, it’s diamond sports. I can promise you that when you step up to the plate, their infielders will play you back, just based on what you look like. If you’ve got wheels, just slap that thing and run.”

I did. Infield single. My next at-bat I blasted a double off the fence. I thought I hit it out, so I wasn’t running very hard. I couldn’t believe it either. I looked up into the stands and Maggie, my cousin and grandfolks were going nuts, and looked half in disbelief! I know I was. I know I am!

Anyway, we won BIG! Like 16 – 6 or something like that. I didn’t see much action in the outfield, playing in Right-Center, but my presence was appreciated.

My play didn’t stop the arrival of new zits, unfortunately. They’re here. On the nose again. Those annoying not quite blackhead, not quite whitehead bumps. Kind of gross. Not really that noticeable unless you get really close, but I’ve just singled myself out for a lovely lady, that’s for sure. I have been exfoliating like skin care specialist. I’m kind of missing my mom’s little galvanic spa thing. Regardless, I’m going to keep this up for a bit, because my face is feeling much cleaner by the time I get to my night washing.

Worked today. It was good stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary, you know. Just hustle and flow, makin’ that dough – just workin’ my patch as to earn that scratch. It’s the end of June. Who else is blown away by the fact?


Prepping My Softballs

I’m now wondering what I was thinking!?

Why did I say yes to playing in a softball game? I don’t play softball, baseball and I can see myself striking out every at-bat. Not only that, I’ve committed to playing two games. Tonight and now on Saturday afternoon. Who schedules a game for July 3rd? Apparently it’s a make-up game from some rain.

What’s even worse? I’m stressing about caring about playing in a slow-pitch, church-league softball game. I guarantee I’ll have new zits on my face tomorrow. As a matter of fact, I need to leave in about 30 minutes. I want to get to the field a little early to check out the action before the game before us. We play late. But I want to see how everything operates. I’m sure the athleticism on the field is nothing to be concerned about, so I’m just thinking, “watch the ball, watch the ball, watch the ball!” I probably wouldn’t care at all how I played, except for the fact that the lady-friend will be watching. If I asked her not to, she wouldn’t come, but that’s just stupid.

I’m beside myself that it’s June 29. Where has this month gone? I feel like I blinked, and my summer vacation has disappeared. I’ll feel a lot better if someone in particular is able to visit me in July. I’ll be working when I get back, and I’m still trying to figure where that’ll be for sure. There has been the opportunity of doing what I’m doing here, working for a friend of my Dad – last night I noticed the Diamondbacks are looking for some concession people. That might be fun, but I wouldn’t be able to be the BEER GUY. I’d have to be the ice-cream or cotton-candy kid…It would be fast-paced, for a few hours… I dunno. Maybe a possibility.

I still haven’t learned to cook ribs since I’ve been here. That was one of my goals this visit, remember, to be able to grill and BBQ like my grandpops? I guess 4th of July weekend will be it – my opportunity. I may have to extend my stay, right up until my football camp starts later in July. It would kind of make sense, wouldn’t it? Then maybe Maggie could fly back with me, hang out for a week…

I’m a dork. I’m gonna go embarrass myself now. Maybe I’ll offer an update later…

June 28 – F That Zit

I’m having problems with zits on my nose.

They’re kind of an in between of whiteheads and blackheads. Not big, but just annoying and bumpy. I have a feeling it might be some of the sun I got over the weekend, and some subsequent moisture and oil below the skin’s surface, but I know one thing, they’re annoying.

Here’s a Did You Know: Did you know that whiteheads and blackheads are formed the same way? That it only has to do with the pore opening at the surface of the skin? I never knew that. I knew the blackhead stuff had nothing to do with hygiene, but I never knew that it was just oxidized skin funkies from an open pore.

I have been exfoliating twice a day, and I don’t suppose I’ll see any difference for at least a couple weeks. And even then it probably won’t be much of a difference. For now, I’m tired of talking about it. I refuse to spend my money on any products that probably won’t help at all…but…I was at the mall again…thinking about some possibilities.

Last night, we hit the town and nobody was feeling the parking cone vibe, so we went out by the airport and just laid down in the back of my cousin’s truck looking at the crazy-awesome moon and watching the planes come in overhead. It was actually one of my most enjoyable and most memorable evenings. Deep conversation that I won’t rehash, because every time I attempt to offer a recap of a serious conversation, I’m always asked, “You’re just figuring that out?”

Yeah, I’m 17, and still figuring stuff out. But we had a great conversation last night about direction, choosing a college, and no, I’m now further from a choice than I’ve ever been…I figure it’s darkest before dawn, right? I know I’ve got some choices narrowed down, I’m just clueless as to which of them I’m going to settle on.

I’m playing softball tomorrow night. That sounds fun, huh? My grandparents’ pastor asked me if I had any desire to play. Apparently their church team had too many people, then most people were upset that they weren’t getting enough playing time, so they stopped coming. He said they’re still in line for the playoffs, but were playing with 9 instead of 10 and needed some wheels in the outfield.

I’ll let you know how that goes on Thursday. And I’m sure I’ll breakout with angst because of it tomorrow. I’m not the greatest base/softball player.

You’re Always More Exhausted After a Day Off

Isn’t that what I’ve always heard?

I’m so tired, that I literally cannot get to sleep. I’m absolutely exhausted. The TV is on, I’ve dozed off a couple times, but can’t find sleep any time I’ve tried.

I’ve complained so much about the state of officiating in sports, but I’m going to blame all of these poor officials for my zits. I can do that, right? The stress from some of these games, just ripping my face apart – soccer, baseball…cricket…?It’s actually really frustrating right now. I’ve started exfoliating, though, so we’ll see if a consistent skin dusting will do the trick…or help…I’m not looking for a cure, just 7 fewer zits/week. I could totally go with that as a start.

I keep saying it, but I can’t believe that I’ve already been here for almost three weeks. I’ve heard it a million times, but I’m finding it to be true – time flies when you’re having fun. And the great thing about my time here…I’m getting some great rest, and I’ve been working out hard. I haven’t even mentioned that, have I? Yep. 4 days a week, with running, agility and plyometrics 6 days/week.

I’m not excited about leaving, but I am excited to get back to the football field with the guys. It’s going to be fun and interesting for me to add all of the pieces. Including the contact. Don’t forget, I’ve never been hit before. And I’m already looking forward to the chin acne that will freakin’ flare up after a day of wearing my helmet. What else would I expect? That’s my road frequently traveled.

We’re going to light Monday night up come toomarrie (that’s my stupid way of saying tomorrow). These peeps here have never gone parking cone’n, so like I said, toomarrie – yeah, I’ll stop – tomorrow I’m going to educate my Madison homeys. OK. Clearly it’s time for me to go to bed. I need to take a shower and exfoliate. I really don’t want to. I just want to close this computer, slide it under the couch and close my eyes, but I’m gonna be a good boy. If the extra effort helps with my pizza face, then it’s well worth it. If it doesn’t, then I know, and I’m better off for trying.

Peace out. I’ll write toomarrie from jail.

June 26 – F My Zit

I didn’t head into the lot today. Obviously. It’s Saturday and a big sales day, so I like to stay out of the way. And I’ll be honest, I wanted to watch this World Cup match vs. Ghana. No, I wasn’t surprised to see the U.S. give up the early goal, and I’m always quite entertained to see how the rest of the world hates us. Where do they think their snazzy soccer uniforms are coming from? OK, sure, probably European sport-fashion manufacturers, but I see a lot of dudes wearing Nike shoes. Which are designed in the U.S. and made in China, of course.

I know there have been a lot of complaints about the Jubalani Adidas ball in the tournament – it’s apparently “unpredictable.” Well, it has made the tourney more enjoyable for me.

Maggie is working this afternoon, and not thrilled about it. She really wanted to see the match, but I’m gonna take her to dinner tonight, so I’m sure she’ll get over it.

I’ve got a few other friends who showed up a couple days ago. They’ve taken up a residence on my face, and the one who is bedding down just beneath my nose is quite aggravating. These are the zits that I hate. I know you can feel me if you experience them often. The zits that get into the creases, or attachments…basically anywhere you’d put a part on a Mister Potato Head. Maggie suggested that I exfoliate my face more often, so I figure I’ll give it a shot. A daily exfoliation.

And speaking of Mr. Potato Head, did I mention that I saw Toy Story 3? It’s crazy that I can identify with this movie to THE extreme. I’m about to be Andy in the movie. Yeah, I loved it. The 3-D was OK. It’s just not my thing I don’t suppose. The third dimension is really more like a 2.5 dimension. The depth is there, but it’s not, by any stretch of the imagination, very impressive.

Do I sound bored? I’m a little bored. I’m a little angsty about what I’m seeing on the Television, I guess. Distracted. I can feel more zits–OH! Did I mention my cousin’s buddy who had to have a “minimally invasive” procedure on a cystic zit that just wouldn’t go away? It was apparently a deeply rooted, in-grown hair that just kept getting worse and worse and worse along his jawline. The hair just kept growing, and they had to go in and cut it out. Talk about an F’able Zit.

Why is June Flying By?

Oh hot dang, this is my thang.

So, I mentioned that car in my last post. It was/is a 1966 Chevrolet Impala SS 2-door hardtop, and the thing is beautiful. If I had the cash, I’d roll it up. It’s totally got grandma miles on it, but to see something like this come onto a car lot in the condition it is in. Unreal. My uncle let my cousin and I take it out. He thinks he’s going to buy it. My uncle that is.

Anyway, we shined it up to a pristine shine, buffed it, and got it looking as good as it could possibly look. I even shampooed the rugs. And…didn’t take any pictures. My Dad was asking me about it, and I told him this is why I needed a new phone – one that actually allowed me to feel like I was living in the 21st century. It looks a lot like this one:

These days here are flying by. I come into the lot almost everyday. I just love hanging out with everyone, and I even helped someone sell a car last week. I’m a fan of Chevy Trucks, and as I came walking up to hit the wash bay, I saw someone looking at one. They asked me if I worked there, and not thinking I just said, “Yeah!”

So I start rapping about the truck, and then here comes the salesman. I think he was pissed, but ask me if I cared!? I think the guy (who did buy it) was more impressed by my sales ability than the guy I refer to as Gil. A.K.A. Gil Gunderson from The Simpsons.

Before I know it, I’m going to be out of time here in Madison. I’m already scheming to get Maggie to come over in late July. I can’t believe we’ve been “dating” for almost half a year. We still consider what we do “hanging out” even though we refer to the other as our opposite sex friend…?

We were talking about it last night. Should we qualify it as half a year or only about 3 weeks, since we’ve only seen one another about 20 times in those 6 months? We opted for the 1/2 dozen. Long distance is tough, but we’re making it look like…something not so tough?

My zits are doin’ well. I think maybe stress…less of it? I don’t know. I’m so pissed trying to understand the stupid things. I was reading some articles about acne last night. At this rate I think I’ll be ready to qualify for my dermatology license in another 3 months.

A Proactiv Vending Machine?

I can’t remember the last time I was at the mall. I apologize to all my fans that my posts aren’t as regular, but c’mon, it’s summer, and I estimated that I wrote 25,000 words last year during the school year. The last thing I need is the development of carpal-tunnel.

So. The mall. Maggie and I were strolling, doing some shopping. She needed to grab something at Victoria’s Secret, and I had always desired a reason to step in the store. It was quite an experience. I felt like I was on a different planet. Anyway, we hit about every shop in the mall, and as we came out of a department store I noticed a huge Proactiv sign and logo, and it immediately caught my attention.

I looked for a kiosk, which I had seen before. I think the last time I was here was the last time I had been to a mall. But this was no kiosk. This was a self-serve, Proactiv vending machine. Boxes and boxes of Proactiv in a glass case vending machine. No M&Ms, no sodas, no Zagnut–just Proactiv. I just started giggling. I had to check it out. Maggie looked at me like I had lost it, and said something along the lines of, “You’ve never seen one of these before?”

NO! NEVER! I think it’s hilarious that I’ve still never tried the stuff, I’m kind of refusing to, but Maggie made a hard sell. I guess she has used the stuff for over a year and swears by it. I dunno. I’m a tough sell…I just am. That being said I was reading into the active ingredients in Proactiv, one of which is benzoyl peroxide, and I have used it before. Apparently, the best way to use it though, is all over your face. I was always just spot treating with it, and that may be why the stuff didn’t work at all.

Something else I learned. Apparently shaving regularly is one of the easiest and best ways for men to exfoliate their cheeks, chin, etc. And dead skin cells are one of the main components to clogging pores and creating zits that are livable, and the damnable ones that are totally and completely F-able.

Did I buy any? Not yet. But I know where to find it if I decide to pull that trigger. I’ll have to tell you all about that classic ride that came through last week. Now that I’ve settled in and have a little time left here, I’ll get my posts up more regularly again.