"I don't care if I never get back..."

I briefly dated this dude (who was recently traded to the White Sox) in high school. Every time I see my uncle (the veteran baseball coach for CSUS) at a family function, he never fails to remind me of the mistake I made in breaking things off with the boy. M is an amazing and hilarious guy but I had my eyes on someone else (whom I ended up dating for 6 years) at the time. When I get over how annoying -and counterproductive- my uncle's remarks are, I find that imagining myself as a pro-athlete's gal is a fun way to fall asleep; like, would M let me paint Italian quotes on the kitchen walls during an all night bender? Would he like it if I drove my black El Camino with the tan leather interior to one of his games? My Labrador donning a red bandanna in the front seat? Would my big proud face explode across the jumbo-tron whenever he hit a home run? It's all just one more example of the strange ways existence works itself out.
P.S. How scary is that photo?