Camp II

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A weird conclusion to my son’s final day of summer camp.

Over the past two days, I had five or six counselors ask my about my job … my books … tell me they’ve read this blog. I asked how they knew, and they all said “Liz”—my boy’s co-head counselor. Over the course of the summer, Liz and I had exchanged, oh, maybe 60 words. Maybe. So today, upon thanking her for the summer, I said, “How did you know I’m a sports writer?”

“Well, I Googled you,” she said.

“You Googled me?”

“Yes.”

“Uh … why?”

“Because I thought you might be an athlete.”

And that was that.

I must admit, my life has always been quite difficult, looking like an athlete and such. The rippling muscles, the body-builder’s physique, the Jeter-esque cool. I try and try and try to survive, but, alas, it’s a struggle.

2 thoughts on “Camp II”

  1. lmfao… VERY FUNNY!! Also, loved the previous post about the counselors hittin you up on parents day hard (for extra tips, of course)!! 😉

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