This one is for the nerds. You already know who you might be. And I’m here to declare, unabashedly: I’m one in all you. I spend hours trapped on YouTube watching grainy old football games. I study song lyrics as in the event that they were the Dead Sea Scrolls. After I see a movie I like, I drop right into a rabbit hole until I do know every minute detail about that movie.
And I’m, and eternally can be, a baseball nerd.
It’s an important a part of my DNA. After I was within the ninth grade, I became friends with Matt Cornetta because he was the one other kid I knew who could recite every World Series winner, and what number of games it took them to win it. After I see a number, I immediately consider the baseball player most closely related to it.
I wouldn’t conform to marry my wife until she showed a basic understanding of the scoring system in baseball: 1 = pitcher; 2 = catcher, and so forth.
This one is for the nerds. You already know who you might be. And I’m here to declare, unabashedly: I’m one in all you. I spend hours trapped on YouTube watching grainy old football games. I study song lyrics as in the event that they were the Dead Sea Scrolls. After I see a movie I like, I drop right into a rabbit hole until I do know every minute detail about that movie.
And I’m, and eternally can be, a baseball nerd.
It’s an important a part of my DNA. After I was within the ninth grade, I became friends with Matt Cornetta because he was the one other kid I knew who could recite every World Series winner, and what number of games it took them to win it. After I see a number, I immediately consider the baseball player most closely related to it.
I wouldn’t conform to marry my wife until she showed a basic understanding of the scoring system in baseball: 1 = pitcher; 2 = catcher, and so forth.
