I’ve had this string on my index finger for so long now, I can’t remember when I put it on! In fact, I even forgot it was there until this morning, and I saw it in the mirror while I was shaving. Weird, huh? For the life of me, I can’t remember what it’s supposed to remind me of. Let me think, let me think…
I think I put this string on right after the season ended. So maybe this was supposed to tell me to do something for the team. Was it to remind me to bid against myself for a slugging outfielder? Nope, did that.
Was it to overpay for a bunch of spare parts? No, I took care of that.
Was it to trade for a terrible fifth outfielder we didn’t need? No, I just wrapped that up.
It was something like…switcher? Was I supposed to switch something? No, it just sounded like switcher. But there’s no other word that sounds like switcher, right? Maybe it just sort of sounds like it. Nick Swisher? James Michener? David Fincher?
This is getting me nowhere. Boy, I’m thirsty. I could use a cool drink. Say, Darlene? Could you bring in some water when you have a chance? Like, a lot of it. A whole pitcher, if you can. On second thought, make it two pitchers. I could use two solid pitchers.
Where was I? Oh yes, I was trying to remember what this string was supposed to remind me of. Ugh, this is gonna bug me all day.