scuffed, and other things of no particular interest

so that last clusterbang of a poem, which i have named “scuffed”, because my shoes are, is going to be some sort of thing in some sort of a book, filled with crayon pictures and mediocre papier mache. awesome. in other news, dad might have landed me a job at a steel shop where i will hit buttons, listen to tigers games on the radio, sweat my ass off, and land a paycheck. so. that is good news.

playing fifa 2008 (video game soccer) last night in the towers computer center/ sauna (the heat is still on down there, jesus christ) and my friend mike wonders aloud “do you think they eat orange slices at halftime?”

which is extra hillarious. orange slices are a hallowed tradition in youth sports, especially soccer. i would often snag a couple when i would go to bridget’s games. but, more awesome and hillarious than mike asking this question is the thought process that went through my mind.

step 1: dude. i totally remember orange slices.

step 2: yeah, everyone likes orange slices

step 3: i betcha these guys like orange slices too

step 4: totti probably eats a shit ton of orange slices at half-time

step 5: i wonder if there is a virtual locker room in fifa

step 6: would they have virtual orange slices?

step 7: could there be some kind of orange slice mini game where you could eat them by pressing buttons in order to regain endurance?

step 8: could you injure yourself in this game, possibly costing you the actual game?

step 9: oh shit. he was probably talking about soccer players in real life

step 10: i need a girlfriend. so badly.