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talking
Life would be much easier if there was more certainty. I often find myself using this as an excuse for not doing something, particularly, say, talking with the fairer dames. I rationalize things as such:
"Oh, well, I don't know how she'll react, so I'll just keep this to myself."
Or better yet:
"It's raining today. I'll do it tomorrow."
Or:
"It's not raining today. Better wait until it is."
That's always a good one. One nice thing about excuses, you can find them no matter what. It's nice at the time. Not so much when you're second-guessing yourself after the fact.
"What does your ridiculous social ineptitude have to do with the Pale Hose?", you ask. Actually, it's quite an easy tie-in.
Signing free agents is a lot like that. With the guys we're chasing right now, we've got about $8.5 million on the table, give or take. $8.5 million that we don't really have. And the worst part is, I'd let go of Jon Garland if I knew I could get Kelvim Escobar, just like I'd say some things to someone if I knew how she'd react. And in the case of the Pale Hose, we could potentially end up hamstrung. Jon Garland and Kelvim Escobar and Miguel Batista is redundant twice over, particularly when we have last year's first rounder, Chris Scarborough, on the verge of exploding on the big leagues. And Luis Rivas and Adam Kennedy play the same position, for eff's sake. But how the hell else can you do it?
And so I stick my eggs in multiple baskets, hoping that I won't end up with yolk all over my hands and face. Same as when I'm just sitting there, trying to figure out the right thing to say. And trying. And trying. And trying. And coming up empty, and more often than not just not saying anything at all.
This ruins the brooding, neurotic state that I actually think I captured pretty well, but BadluckinOOTP, you really do need a shorter user name. And that's twice in 12 hours that you've absolutely cracked me up. Keep it up!
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