So I’m gathering my thoughts after a week on the road when Craig calls…
“Are you into tennis and the French Open?” the Scribe queried.
Before I could even fathom the motivation for the question – let alone come up with something clever or coherent to say – I found myself knee deep in a phone filibuster about world’s No. 1 tennis player, complete with play-by-play of a televised match between two dudes named Novak Djokovic and Richard Gasket.
By the time I realize I’ve been kidnapped, I more-or-less learn that Craig’s tennis playing nephew is thinking about going pro. And that maybe he barely lost to one of the aforementioned dudes and could be Kansas City’s next Tom Watson.
Hold it – please stop – I begged…
This was the most boring, one-sided conversations I’ve had like ever.
By all means, please write about it, I suggested, but spare me the hay ride.
Kidding, I then asked Craig how he’d like it if I called him out of the blue and started blathering about something like curling?
You remember curling, that’s one of those sports they used to show on ESPN in the channel’s early years. Before they figured out how to make Paul Wilson happy by going 24/7 with mainstream sports on like 10 channels.
But wait, I stand corrected. Continue reading