I love this so much, Garrett, maybe because last night I was at a high school baseball team end of year banquet with my 15 and 18-year-old sons. My favorite part was looking over at the table where all the baseball kids were sitting together (almost unrecognizable to me without their baseball hats on) and clearly just enjoying one another’s company. I could totally see them getting into this shirtless trend and I’m not sure it would be the worst thing! Thanks for breaking down so skillfully something I probably would have just rolled my eyes at. You’re the best!
Thanks Amy! I can totally picture that banquet and the scene of the boys just loving time with each other, and also I have to ask, as somebody who has spent some time around teenage boys in the last year, what percentage of the boys currently have exactly the same haircut (in particular, the bushy in the front cut)? I loved following my nephew's variety basketball team this year from afar but it was impossible to get not crack up at the early season photos and be like "my guys, there are different haircuts!" [by the end of the season, there was more differentiation on that front].
I love the way your mind works! Also, I laughed so loud when I read the part about “next time you are watching on a beach and only see one set of footprints…” Truly, your writing is spectacular. Also, thank you for teaching me about Petey Pablo. I don’t know why or how I didn’t know, but I didn’t. It was additionally fun to find myself genuinely smiling as the bro group grew.
I love you so much. I am in a library (yes coffee, no edison lights) and nearly laughed out loud. (Surrounded by working people and no librarians, but still.) Do not be sorry. Though the part that made me laugh the most was "both of those wolves would immediately start whipping their shirts around. “Let’s gooooooo, baby!” one wolf would yell to the other. “I low key love you, man!,” the other would yell back, and then the barista would politely ask the three of us to take our business elsewhere." Can't get it out of my head, don't want to.
Didn’t realize I needed to read this until I read it and now I won’t stop thinking about it all day.
“Tot lot for bros” is *chef’s kiss*
It is an honor to know that I won't be the only one thinking way too much about the shirtless baseball men
Truly it is
I love this so much, Garrett, maybe because last night I was at a high school baseball team end of year banquet with my 15 and 18-year-old sons. My favorite part was looking over at the table where all the baseball kids were sitting together (almost unrecognizable to me without their baseball hats on) and clearly just enjoying one another’s company. I could totally see them getting into this shirtless trend and I’m not sure it would be the worst thing! Thanks for breaking down so skillfully something I probably would have just rolled my eyes at. You’re the best!
Thanks Amy! I can totally picture that banquet and the scene of the boys just loving time with each other, and also I have to ask, as somebody who has spent some time around teenage boys in the last year, what percentage of the boys currently have exactly the same haircut (in particular, the bushy in the front cut)? I loved following my nephew's variety basketball team this year from afar but it was impossible to get not crack up at the early season photos and be like "my guys, there are different haircuts!" [by the end of the season, there was more differentiation on that front].
Oh totally, that haircut is a THING.
hahahahahaha!
Thank you.
Thanks Amy!
I will always accept an invitation to contemplate shirtless men. But that means I will need to gather myself before I can absorb your actual point.
Works on a number of levels!
I love the way your mind works! Also, I laughed so loud when I read the part about “next time you are watching on a beach and only see one set of footprints…” Truly, your writing is spectacular. Also, thank you for teaching me about Petey Pablo. I don’t know why or how I didn’t know, but I didn’t. It was additionally fun to find myself genuinely smiling as the bro group grew.
We have a restaurant with those bulbs, and it's actually called The Edison. In an old power plant. On the edge of Cascades Park. :)
I love you so much. I am in a library (yes coffee, no edison lights) and nearly laughed out loud. (Surrounded by working people and no librarians, but still.) Do not be sorry. Though the part that made me laugh the most was "both of those wolves would immediately start whipping their shirts around. “Let’s gooooooo, baby!” one wolf would yell to the other. “I low key love you, man!,” the other would yell back, and then the barista would politely ask the three of us to take our business elsewhere." Can't get it out of my head, don't want to.
You and your writing are a gift to this planet, Garrett. Thank you for doing what you do.