Pull your old green hat low over your green sunglasses. Ignore the lady in the magenta track suit screaming, "Pick up the goddamn ball!" Glance fondly into your tote bag at the copies of The New Yorker you've brought along and pray you won't look pretentious reading them. Smile at your beautiful son who is playing his heart out.
Green is a very good color for you.
ReplyDeleteLove it. Well done!
ReplyDeleteHenry has such athletic grace. I remember these sorts of days well. I actually miss them. (sorry for the blight in your comments box above.)
ReplyDeleteAmen. You're there for Henry, not for the sport, and that is fine.
ReplyDeleteThe New Yorker will save you. Pretention be damned. I could not survive this without something to read.
ReplyDeleteHahahahahahahahaha! Thank you for being so chill and bringing New Yorkers. You could hide it inside a LaCrosse World digest. But actually.
ReplyDeleteThe hat and the shades are the best.
~Beth
It is good to have a plan - and a bunch of New Yorkers. I tell people I read it for the cartoons, which is mostly true.
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