Yesterday I had five-hour lunch with a couple of sportswriters in Long Beach. Yeah, it took that long to catch up on things. We are a chatty bunch, and I’m sure we would have felt bad if the restaurant were busier. There were tales of being on the road, drunkenness and former players still living up their glory days. Tales of former glories and current frustrations.
Usually the only real conversation I have is with Brendan when we record our podcast every Saturday. I’m not a good telephone person, so that’s about it aside from small talk here and there with neighbors and family. So that’s why it was nice to be in real conversation yesterday.
It was nice to be away from the news of the day, the “hot takes”, the outrage. Most of you people are obnoxious.