What I imagined the people around me were saying when I was . . .
Eleven:
“Oh, man, I can’t believe that kid Simon missed that ground ball! How pathetic!”
“Wait. He’s staring at his baseball glove with a confused expression on his face. Maybe there’s something wrong with his glove and that’s why he messed up.”
“Yeah, that’s probably what happened.”
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Hey, Look
The New Yorker's "Shouts and Murmurs" column is usually pretty bad. The July 23 installment, by Simon Rich, is an exception. It begins:
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