"Aint my love enough?"
"I just have been thinking about it," she explained.
Love is a funny thing. It comes in many different forms. For many people it seems to be a temporary state of total bliss but from my experience this is something that is temporary. In the end, which is debatable, human nature teaches us that we tend to get sick of one another and that we just learn to cope with another being, hence the whole terminology of "a partner". Sure, Strawberry and I got along great but it wouldn't harm me in saying that she could leave me whenever she chose and I wouldn't be devastated by it. Especially in this day in age when we are filled to the brim of endless options and insight into other people's lives. Why worry about yourself when you can peak into the "happiness" of others on Instagram, Facebook and so on.
"I don't think I'm ready for children,"
I used to be a romantic. I fell in love with this girl in Ohio. I did everything for her. Bent over backwards and beyond. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. We went to a far away place called California where a series of unfortunate events led me incarcerated and her to support me while undergoing these trials and tribulations. When someone says "I love you" one would think that means till' death do us part.
"You need to figure this out on your own, it's not my problem," she explained and left me there in California to deal with all of the legalities and nonsense that she put me in.
How could one ever love again?
It wasn't until one fateful night I found myself locked eye to eye with the glowing TV set and watching The Rays take on The Blue Jays that a true definitive love was established and no one has seemed to understand this. Maybe Strawberry will, maybe not. The thing that baseball gives me is consistency that nothing else does. So why put all of this energy into baseball? Do what you love and die.
"Roll us a joint baby, it's 420,"
She shrugged her shoulders and did. I flipped on the TV and off we go...
Chris Archer was on the mound to take on Ex-Nat Trash Jordan Zimmerman. Thus far Zimmerman has had a mixed bag of outings whereas Archer has been pretty solid. Still needs to go deeper but that's neither here nor there. Archer breezed through and The Rays jumped out in front with Souza and Longo leading the offensive strike. Amazing! Zimmerman was getting knocked around. He isn't a big strikeout guy but he's one to work with his defense who looked like pure shit. Jacoby Jones and Ty Collins had a miscommunication and literally dropped a routine pop fly. Maybe they lost it in the confines of that ceiling of the dome? Out ahead. Archer was dealing but still working that pitch count up. Top of the third. Miggy. A good battle between Archer and Miggy but Miggy came out on top with a single to right and Ian Kinsler comes in to score. 2-1 Rays. Bottom of the 4th. Dickerson singles in Shane Peterson and Longo doubles in Kiermaier and Dickerson. Rays up 5-1. We are winning this game? Hold on. Top of the 5th. Third time through. Archer begins unraveling. Miggy doubles in Iglesias and Kinsler. V-Mart doubles in two more. 5-4 Rays. Jesus, Really? Archer could barely get out alive. Top of the 6th. Bases loaded and Nick Castellanos up at the plate. Archer out. Danny Farq in. Walk. Hit by pitch. Jacoby Jones grounds into double play. Man on third. Out goes Farq in comes Jumbo. Walks Iglesias. Walks Kinsler. Bases juiced. Nick Castellanos lines one out to center right, KK makes his best dive, misses and that clears that bases. How'd he miss that?! A triple. 7-5 Detroit. FUCK ME. Jumbo walks Miggy. Out goes Jumbo in comes Austin Pruitt. Kid needed this. Works 3.1 IP, gives up 1 H and 5 K. He needed that as badly as I needed another rip of this joint. Put us in a position to win. Bottom of the 7th. Souza singles in KK. 6-7 Detroit. Common baby. Top of the 9th. K-Rod in. KK walks. Longo Doubles putting us in scoring position. YES. They pinch run Longo with Peter Bourjos. They intentionally walk a struggling Brad Miller. Souza strikes out on a border-line-pitch and Kevin Cash goes out barking, gets ejected. See ya at 7-11 bubba. Lomo up. One down. Game is on the line. He grounds one to Iglesias. GOD DAMNIT. Wait. Until...he slips on the bag at second and falls right into a sliding Brad Miller. Head meets knee. Sup dude? Iglesias loses grip, fumbles and in come KK and Bourjos to walk off. Game over. Rays win! Rays win! Rays win! Archer finished the night with 5.0 IP 7 H 4 H 4 ER 2 BB 9 K. All in all, OK. He didn't go deep due to high pitch counts and seems to become slightly retarded when going third time through a line up. His change up is developing but to call it "a weapon" would be an overstatement. He relies on his fastball-slider combo to out-duel hitters and it was working pretty well first time through. Is he ever going to be a true ace? Hard to say...I still love him though.
"Let's take a rip off the bong baby,"
Strawberry gingerly bounced around and grabbed the sack of bud in the cupboard. After all, we just walked off on the eve of 420. She sat down and took a rip and I followed suit. Our eyes were red and our minds were numb. The way I liked it. Not to think.
"So what about children?" she asked.
"I was talking to a girlfriend of mine and the way she talks about her daughter made me start thinking," she continued.
Here we go...
"Sorry to interrupt you but is she still with the father of her child?"
"No, I don't think so," she said softly.
Typical.
"How many single mothers are out there do you think?"
Silence.
"Ugh..." she moaned.
"Exactly,"
Welcome to Florida.
I really did like Strawberry but would I go as far to say I love her? Hard to say. She was good company, she was easy going but was I in a position to start a family? Pondering the statement and looking around my apartment, seeing empty bags of chips, half-drank bottles of soda and a sink full of dirty dishes and the sweat dripping down my balls the answer surged into thought:
"I'm in no position to start raising children,"
She looked on with a mystified look.
"I'm going to take another rip," she whined.
She did and we went out for a walk down 7th Avenue.
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