RIP Larry

I once had a dog named Muska. My then girlfriend bought him for us and we named him after my favorite skateboarder, Chad Muska. We all moved to Tacoma and our relationship ended, Muska stayed behind. I was sad about relationship, but it was the dog that I missed.

Moving back to Alabama, I did some dumb stuff. I was directionless like so many people in their mid-20s and one day I decided that the thing missing from my life was a dog. So, I went out and found Larry.

The place I got him from is hard to explain to someone who has never been in the South. It was a trailer in the woods and there were quite a few dogs running around. I remember lots of camo and these dogs were clearly bred to help with hunting. I just wanted a beagle. Dressed in my pseudo-preppy outfit from my very serious job at a furniture store, the guy knew I wasn’t going on any hunts.

“What are you gonna do, make him a yard dog?” (more…)


Less Than Three Months

I always thought of myself as someone who would get married. I can remember dating someone for a couple of months and talking about what it would be like if we got married, but never in any sort of serious manner and never in a way where it was actually possible. With Sam I took it slow and didn’t try to say anything like that too early in the relationship, but I knew early on that if I didn’t marry Sam that I probably wouldn’t get married. That if I fucked this one up, this one that was better than all those other ones, I just wasn’t going to be the marrying type. (I could say more here, but I don’t want to step on any material I might need for my vows.) Now it’s happening and it’s happening soon.

We’re a little less than three months until the wedding which will take place on January 28th in the city of New Orleans. (more…)


The hard part about seeing your kid every other weekend is not the long amount of time between visits, – although that also sucks – but the five minutes, the tiny of amount of time before you drop them off or they get picked up. It’s a deep, brief feeling of absolute dread. That this is over and that it will be awhile before it happens again. It may never happen again for all you know and the part of your kid’s life where you have a direct influence on is over. For now. It’s like breaking up with your kid and you don’t know if you’ll ever get back together again, every damn time. You know that you will, you say that you will; but it really doesn’t feel like you will. It sucks.

When I was a kid this happened to me. I lived with my dad full-time and saw my mom sometimes. I can remember leaving her place and thinking I’d see her again soon, but I also remember her crying. It seems like she always cried when I left. I would tell her it was okay and that I’d be back soon, but she still cried. I never understood why. (more…)


June 28, 2011 Safeco Field Seattle Mariners vs. Atlanta Braves
When I moved to Seattle way back in 2001, I decided that I wanted to be a Seattle everything fan because I was never going to leave and this was my home now. That didn’t exactly end up happening that way and I was gone by the end of 2002. I moved away, have never returned since and the only vestige left from my time there is my fandom of the Seattle sports teams. The Sonics left, I realized football was the worst thing on earth and all that is left is the Seattle Mariners. They’ve been pretty bad since I left, the Brewers were good, I had a Brewers blog that ended up making me sick of baseball for a couple of years and I kind of forgot about them for awhile.

Until last season when I decided to try out the MLB At-Bat app and started listening to games on my days off. (more…)