On playing the outfield and randomness
Here’s an excerpt, where the names were changed to protect the innocent, of a conversation I’d had at dinner this week with a friend:
Me: So, what else is new?
She: Well, I have a new boyfriend for the last few months. He’s great!
Me: That’s awesome. What’s he do and where did you meet him?
She: Well, do you follow baseball? He’s [redacted], an outfielder for [redacted team].
Me: That’s pretty awesome. So how’d you guys meet?
Needless to say, you know when you have a conversation where something comes COMPLETELY out of left field? (sorry, no pun intended) Well, this was it.