[Written yesterday; the internet has been out about 95% of the time for about two days. I'm seizing the opportunity to post now.]
In a rare and fantastic case of following through on a great idea, the organizer of the Sunday pickup game in the park made and brought a cape for That Guy to wear. You know That Guy – he’s the one who shows up after everyone else has been playing for an hour, so he’s got fresh legs and lots of energy. Well, okay, but now WE ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE! Because you have to wear a cape. That’s right. It’s gold and shiny and has a collar.
You might also be familiar with That Guy as the one who wears the band T-shirt to the band’s show (e.g. a Green Day shirt to a Green Day show, a Jimmy Eat World shirt to a J.E.W. show). Although, I’m not sure, this may not be so taboo anymore. These rules aren’t written down, and if enough people break them, maybe they just dissolve.
(Sorry for the low quality of this photo, I took it with my phone.)
The point is, don’t be That Guy. Or you will have to wear a cape.
On second thought, for a lot of people that might not be a deterrent.
What I'm reading: Inherent Vice, Thomas Pynchon
What I'm listening to: Absolutes by Barcelona, Ursa Major by Third Eye Blind, a running mix I made
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