Focus

I went with Joe to watch the Harbor girls play an intense game of flag football. 4 OTs... wow. Great job! But this gets me thinking - football should have style points or trick points - non-touchdown points that a team racks up throughout the game based on tricks or plays and special points. It'll be like boxing where every play gets some kind of score. "Omg. She pulled TWO flags down! 4 points!" It'll also be like snowboarding (or skateboarding) where tricks are counted for points. "... and she jumps!..... ohhhh! a backside 360 to a shifty and connects with a 1080! 18 points!" By the end of the game, the scoreboard would need to be able to fit 4 digits for each team. And even then, if there is a tie, 1 player from each team would play a game of Madden on the PS2 to end it all! (gamers will become a valuable asset to sports). And then if there is still a tie, the crowd and everyone watching the game does a massive rock, paper, scissors tournament - so the home team usually wins in that case.

Somewhere in that paragraph flag football and nfl football became one and the same...

Anyway, after the game Jamie, Joe, and I was walking back to my car (silver camry) and I saw a mini dog park right in front of my car. It was a small grassy area enclosed with a low fence and the owners were mingling while their pets were playing, and in that instant I thought - pokemon. I was so mesmerized by the scene that I did not look away even as I pushed the unlock button to my car (beep beep!). I mean, it's like real live pokemon where the trainers are chatting and they get to either play or battle their pokemon. Exactly. As I opened the door and got in the car (remember I'm still in a trance watching the dogs), my eyes met one dog owner and he began to look at me curiously then very furiously, very quickly. Suddenly, something felt very wrong.

"What the ***** are you doing? Get out of my car!"

By this point, Jamie was already in the passenger seat, and Joe was just about to get into the back seat. I looked at the dashboard, then the cup holder, then the back of the car and realized nothing was familiar - just like my molecular bio midterm. I looked back at the man across the fence and he was now shooting me down with his verbal shotgun.

"Get out of my ***** car!"

I jumped out and my Please-Don't-Get-Me-Detention Mode (developed and mastered in grade school) kicked in. "I'm so sorry, I thought it was my car and the door open and i go in and key no fit nothing see me friends mistakes i am fly away i do dat rite now and car next is here mine. mine. mine. Sorry!"

"Alright! Now you can get the ***** out!"

I hurried to my car, which was the next one over, and drove away like a lamb who just escaped slaughter. Joe thought I pulled one of those "sike! that's not my car" jokes and took it too far. If that was true, I got 'em good! [slaughter - s] = laughter! hah! and we were laughing like that. but really, it was pretty darn freaky... "good times, good times"

I think the other car was a silver mercedes. Maybe I'm subconsciously high-class. At any rate, I need to stay focused (on the right things). John "camera" Yeo.

Remix #6: Remixed, to always lock the door, except when it's inconvenient.