I rode with my dad on the back of a 1967 Honda 90 motorcycle yesterday, and it was terrifying/amazing. We were cruising along at approximately 10mph on mostly-deserted suburban streets, but I was shaking the entire time. I trusted my dad without question; it was fear of other cars (even though we saw exactly one) that had me all worked up. Still,
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General trauma/drama related to Tim's job. It would be nice to finish that at some point.
I would love to see that. Also, yeah, I'm with you on the mustaches. they can be implied mustaches. No need to give them any more attention than needed.
I don't think the subject matter you're writing about necessarily requires much baseball knowledge, does it?
No, it doesn't, but I'm hopelessly neurotic and I can't feel easy about writing something unless I research the shit out of it. I blame my day job. Besides, I always feel like... you have to earn it, you know? Nothing bugs me more than reading something where the person only has passing knowledge that could easily be fixed. Or they're only doing it for the appearance of the people involved.
That's in part why swimming/diving drives me so batshit insane because it's the one sport/s where I can claim I actually do know stuff. Hockey, I'm okay, but I still would need someone to beta for actual fact-checking to make sure I'm not fucking up. Football, baseball, soccer? Hah.
Also, I suppose I should actually know how Little League games work. I mostly remember those as something my older brother did every week, where I got to run around on the playground and eat popsicles. I do not remember the intricacies.
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Meanwhile, I can't believe it's almost time for the Olympics again. One year away, wow. Ian needs to make the team if only for the potential for darkly comedic and awkwardly hostile interaction between him and Michael.
Baseball is kind of weird in the sense that every time I watch a game, I see something new that I didn't think was possible within the rules as I understand them. Which likely means that I don't completely understand the rules. That said, if you want a general fact-check of any potential baseball fic down the road, just let me know. I'd be happy to look it over and/or point you towards a more qualified baseball individual.
But I mean, really. Please don't let baseball itself keep you from doing what you're doing ;)
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Maybe there's some weird gravitational/astrological thing happening?
My theory is that somehow Bode Miller is to blame. And yeah, I really, really need Ian and Michael to go back to doing their hilarious pre-race posturing at each other. It is a bright spot in the world I have really missed over the last four years or so.
I will run my baseball questions by you. You're right, the actual knowledge in-story would be minimal, but if I don't feel I understand it, that makes me much less confident in the story itself.
Also, thank you for checking in on the Typewriters. I was wondering what was going on there. And prepare to get about three emails from me at once a I clear out my inbox.
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