It has been nearly two months since my last post about Korean baseball. I think that is too long, since Korean baseball is exactly the reason I’m here. I have watched numerous games and I’ve observed numerous things. Some of them are legit–namely the aggressive lady dancers–and some are too much. I’ve seen games in
Being a Couple 101 (South Korea) I’ve always enjoyed identifying couples. It’s a personal affinity that stems from a few things, namely jealousy. My college girlfriend also scarred me. Couples have been an interest of mine since I stopped being one. A lot of my questions and observations are product of personal experience. What do
I’ve been sitting for a few minutes thinking about the best way to preface this short list. I’m struggling. I’ve typed and deleted several hundred words and four South Korean jets have flown over the apartment since I sat down. … I’m struggling because I don’t want to contradict myself. I’ve been working very hard
Coffee Shop Rules *** I was in a Starbucks in Daegu, South Korea today. I witnessed a middle aged woman protest in vehemence and send back her coffee order. There wasn’t any English spoken, but I knew what she was saying. I knew I hated her… It prompted this post, which I hadn’t considered writing
March Madness (Basketball and chasing women: an analogy of importance) I plan on writing a lot on this subject, so I’ll keep this preface short; hopefully concise. I love basketball… A lot. Sometimes it is hard for me to convey that love. In March, during the greatest tournament in the world, it is especially hard.
(Below is a gofundme plea I wrote for a friend who made the mistake of joking with me. After a long day of spring training, he texted me, venting about minor league pay, and joked that I should write a gofundme for him. He was joking. I wasn’t. I had about seven beers and wrote
27 Years, 27 Reasons Why I Love My Mother (Nancy) I just turned 27 years old! That sucks. … I want to be 16 again. That’s how I’m feeling. I want to be breaking curfew, sneaking away from home. I want to be telling my mom I’m going to study down the street with