People.....

.... once upon a time, I played on the same little league baseball team as a fellow named G...... he played third base, and I was the catcher...... I also pitched from time to time, but I was a far better catcher than I was a pitcher......... and I was more than just a little bit of a geek back then, but so was he.....

..... I remember our last year of Dixie League only because he brought it up to me years and years later....... I remember him telling me that I'd hit 38 home runs my last year of little league, and he hit 32..... he'd evidently kept count, but I hadn't......

.... at the time that he told me that - after a late night poker game where lots of booze and stories were swapped - I thought it amazing that he had remembered that from so long ago........ hell, I'd been out of the country for the past ten years, and he had since worked himself through university - via being a Navy corpsman - and was then into nuclear medicine........ why on earth would it have crossed his mind to have told me about homeruns when we were both thirteen?..... it still puzzles me to think about it.....

.... but anyway, after little league, we hit high school wide open....... I played one year on the high school team as the back-up catcher (behind a senior) and then had to bail on athletics all together once my mother had surgery that year...... (she had back surgery and I was too young to drive..... and my dad was away working all week, so, there went the sports.)....... he tried out for HS baseball, but was rejected..... and I suspect that he had his own family things going on just like we all did.........

.... anyway, when I moved back to the United States, he was still in my local area - having relocated back to his home town via his stint at Vanderbilt........ and after several barbecues, socials, and evenings out, he asked me to attend his upcoming wedding as a groomsman..... I accepted, of course, and we had a grand old time......... myself and his other groomsmen even planned his bachelor party around a series of visits to titty bars in Johnson City, Knoxville, and Boone, NC..... and we had a blast....... poor ole G hadn't been ground on like that since his last visit to the Philippines........ trust me.....

.... the thing is, though, I never really connected with this fellow all that much..... sure, he was a pleasant enough of a fellow, but I never really knew him that well...... we'd been hunting together when we were kids.... and we'd played ball together...... we'd rode horses.... we had gone fox hunting together..... and we'd went frog gigging..... but really, we meshed on ONE level, but never really on any other........

.... and so, after ten years away overseas, I find him back in my life once again....

.... after his wedding we began to meet as couples (he and his new wife - and me with mine) on a semi-regular basis....... they'd cook dinner and invite us over, and we'd do the same later in the month....... and all seemed well.....

..... but about eight years ago, I ended our relationship.......

..... a friend of mine from Scotland had come over to visit The Missus and I, and I had invited G and his Wife for dinner to meet him....... all went well for a while, but then I asked my Scottish friend, James, to sing his song - a song that I dearly love to hear him play - the "Loch Tay Boat Song"........ and midway through the song G started trying to ask questions and cut-up while my friend was playing and singing the song for me on guitar.....

.... I was embarrassed that G would show such disrespect for me... AND for James..... and I asked him to sit, shut-up, and listen...... my admonishment only silenced him for 30 seconds or so before he was at it again....... I began to let my embarrassment for his rude behavior turn to anger, and I quietened him more forcibly with words..... and again, thirty seconds later he began again.......

.... it was at this point that I tapped James on the shoulder and asked him to stop playing...... funnily enough, when he stopped playing, G stopped talking..... I've always thought that was odd....... I told G that he was being rude and that I wished him to change his behavior, or leave...... he seemed to think that I was kidding him right up until the point where I went to the closet and retrieved his wife's purse and jacket.....

... when he realized that I was seriously telling him to leave my home, he turned angry..... I simply opened the door, turned on the porch light, and said "good riddance.... a man who doesn't know how to be respectful in another man's home does not get invited back.".......

.... and, as they say, that was that...... I haven't heard a peep from G in 8 years.... of course, I hold no ill will for the man or his family...... I've heard that he now has a young child who is poor in health..... but I still have no desire to have him in any part of my life.... he was a pleasant enough fellow, I guess.... and I do hope that he is making a good husband and father.....

... I do still think of him from time to time though.... I suppose that he piqued my curiosity about humanity on one level or another.... both by amazing me at what he remembered - and by shocking me with how we'd turned into men so different after having had nearly identical childhoods....

.... James and I remain good friends, though....... we get together with the gang every time I revisit Scotland, and it is like we never parted - none of us.......

.... and, damn, if I still don't ask him to play that song for me every time I see him near a guitar....

... people, folks..... we're all a weird damn bunch, aren't we?......

by Eric on February 18, 2010 | Bullshit (6) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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tiz a sad thang that folks so often dont wonta listen to musick, witch by that i mean not makin a peep till tiz over n trine to real eyes that taint everday that ye git to have such a memry.

corse fer me at lease, thay aint minny memries that trumps gittin to here a good song sung well rite in the same livin room with ye.

Bullshitted by buddy don on February 19, 2010 04:15 AM

I have a friend that I enjoy on a certain level, but want to kick her butt most of the time - like last night. She is amazingly rude and selfish at times - I left early last night rather than kick-butt, but I think you had the right idea with your friend. All the way home, I was wondering why I put up with her.

Bullshitted by Lou on February 19, 2010 07:52 AM

You've gotta do what you've gotta do. There are consequences for all actions.

He's double damn lucky you showed him the door instead of the shovel.

Cool Runnings!!

Bullshitted by Yabu on February 19, 2010 07:57 AM

An intelligent person who is running his mouth at the wrong time (it happens sometimes) will get the hint rather quickly. It shouldn't take more than one gentle request... even if said request involves brandishing a shovel... or a big-ass knife...

Bullshitted by Elisson on February 19, 2010 10:10 AM

SWG,
I've been to your house 4-5 times now. And you've never shown me the door. Either I'm a very good guest, or I really can't take a hint.

Bullshitted by Jerry in Indiana on February 20, 2010 08:53 PM

I think Jerry beat me to it. Whew! If I am ever so inconsiderate, feel free to not only throw me out but smack me upside the head first. Sometimes I don't think about where I am when I start talking, but if someone asks me to please STFU - I do try to listen. Heh.

Bullshitted by Teresa on February 21, 2010 10:26 PM