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I think there's something wrong with me. It's like my brain doesn't comprehend or desire things normal human beings seek out. A friend of mine invited me to the party of all parties next weekend--some sorta wild drunken orgy party in Mexico. He's got a house, strippers, tequila--basically everything a young lad desires. He told me there would such a shindig about a month ago, but never gave me specifics until today. They leave next Friday and as much as I'd like to go, I just can't do it.

You see, next weekend I've got a championship game for my softball league.

It's crazy, right? It's just a silly, stupid, rec league softball game. I play about three times a week--far less frequently than I have wild drunken Mexican orgy parties. Yet I can't do it. I can't blow off the game for what's guaranteed to be an exciting and fruitful adventure. And it's not like I believe my team can't win without me (some would argue that they got a better chance of winning if I wasn't around). It's just that I need to be there. I'd rather be playing softball for seven innings than having intoxicated sex with strangers for three days.

What the hell is wrong with me?

This won't be our first championship--and to be honest, it's really nothing special (if we win, it'll be our third championship in the past four seasons). What I'm saying is that there's no novelty of a victory...but I wanna be there to savior it.

I'm not getting old. It's not like the draw wild drunken Mexican orgy parties doesn't excite me--I wanna go, I really do. I'd blow off work, lunch with George Lucas, or even my mother's birthday for it. But I can't miss a softball game. One stupid, silly softball game.

My priorities are all out of whack.

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