One of my plans in the coming weeks is to attend the game between the Tigers and Middle Tennessee at the FedEx Forum and write about my observations from the game in this blog.
Okay, a game between the Tigers and the Blue Raiders is not something that you would want to drop everything and go see, but if you were me, you would probably understand.
I brought up the recent sightings of the Mr. Goodbar candy wrappers in the neighborhood that I live in to a lady at my job a few weeks ago and wondered why would I continue to make note of the numerous Mr. Goodbar candy wrapper sightings every time I see one.
As I think about it, the lady I told this to was the same one who I told the story of the chocolate cutie coming up into the broadcast booth on July 4th, one of the cutest moments in the history of Memphis professional baseball.
“Did you ever get her number?” she asked me.
“No,” I replied, “The last time I talked to her, she was talking to somebody else.”
That was in August, a week before I found out that she did at some point had a crush on me, which was told to me on the final “Two Girls and a Doc Show” on August 27th.
And the same day in which Michelle said to me, “You two will probably be the hottest couple of 2007.”
Back to the story, the lady at my job told me that I should go to a Tigers basketball game and try to find her
Wait a minute, go to a game because of some girl?
I mean, how ludicrous is that?
During the summer, it was fine when it was 12,000 fans or so in a ballpark and all of us in the Ballpark Gang was sweating our asses off.
But four months later, trying again to get a girl that I supposedly liked a whole lot’s number, possibly two days before Christmas, in a building that will have more blue-clad Tiger fans other than me watching the Tigers notch another victory over some poor and wretched team from the backroads of Middle Tennessee, would be something that would defeat my purpose of writing about a basketball game.
The last time I tried something like that, it ended up being one of the reasons why I can’t stand some of the people in the church that I attend now, though I won’t go into detail of what happened.
But given what has happened so much during the course of the this year, maybe the entire readership of this column want to see one more rendezvous between a writer and a chocolate cutie before the year is out.
Just maybe.
I don’t know.
