Saturday, November 16, 2002

Carrie was over tonight. As recently as a couple of months ago, when I saw her and heard about her life, all I could think was how much I hated being stuck watching her life from the bleachers when I used to be in the game. Now, when I hear her talk about her life, it's like listening to any other friend tell me her troubles, and I'm grateful as hell to be up in the bleachers, where I can go grab a beer and a hot dog whenever I want, or even cut out early to beat the traffic. I've got a good view, as opposed to those poor bastards on the field. I can even appreciate the game, as only someone who's played it can. But I have no interest in playing again.

Here's the question: Am I over her, or just lazy?

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