It's practically a documentary.

I mentioned this blog to my friend Anthony, who dug up an old email from me. In his original email, he wanted to know if he had been traded from a team I was captaining to a team Tracy was captaining. You also need to know that the theme of the league was underdog sports movies; the teams were named for movies like Rocky, Breaking Away, Cutting Edge, Coach Carter.

Anthony wrote:
Did I get traded on the DL? I thought I was on your team... I am now on Cutting Edge. (No problem, just confused in this new world of free agency and separate leagues.)

And what happened to Honey? I wanted to be on Honey.
:)

Peace,
Anthony

I answered him with:
Hey Anthony,

You did get traded on the DL. Tracy and I both wanted you on our teams so bad. When we were lotioning each other the other day, we decided just to wrestle for you. I did the best I could, but she SO cheated.

I'm sorry. Honey didn't work out. Although she valiantly overcomes her difficulties, the problems she faces are more sociological (with roots in our class and race-divided society, not to mention the objectification of her body and the systemic patriarchal undervaluing of her talent for choreography) than a mere physical contest. We'll keep her in mind for a league focusing on persistent societal problems: Motorcycle Diaries, Salaam Bombay, Bowling for Columbine, Honey.

Hope your ankle is feeling better.

Megan


Now I am ashamed that the whole internet knows I saw Honey.

A friend asked me to announce Monday movie night, and got this.

Movie-goers!

Ben R. Presents is screening a private viewing of Mr. and Mrs. Smith at the Ben R. Theatres in downtown Sacramento.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith is a sensitive, moving portrayal of the quiet moments that make up a marriage of two extraordinarily pretty people. The acting is unparalleled; you can watch every emotion flicker across "Mr. Smith's" face as he faces a choice no man should have to make. Stay with the lovely (but definitely B-list) blond that he actually married? Or move on to the transcendentally stunning brunette who will ultimately break him as she maintains her trysts with former husbands and lesbian models in hotel rooms worldwide during her humanitarian missions?

All of this is captured in two hours, and you can watch it for free, or maybe some snackies at Ben R.'s house.

Starting a trifle late tonight: 7:45 so that Megan can go to yoga.

See you there!

So he asked me to announce another one.

Hey y'all,

When Ben said he was showing The Smartest Guys in the Room, I was all "Hell yeah! That is SO HOT. Will he talk dirty to me about physics while backing me against a wall and taking my clothes off?"

But it turns out The Smartest Guys in the Room is NOT about a bunch of guys who split their time evenly between reading advanced behavioral economics and biogeochemistry, working out with their shirts off, and talking about how smart and pretty I am.

Instead, it is about Enron's policy of hiring very smart people who got too clever for their own good and started gaming California's unregulated energy market, simultaneously bilking billions of dollars from California and driving their company into bankruptcy. What a tragic waste. It could have been such a better movie.

I'll go to Ben's anyway, for the recent historical importance, the good company, good snackies and drinks. But I'll be watching a different movie in my head, if you know what I mean.

Movie time has been pushed back to 7:45, because some of us have yoga class at 6:30.

Megan

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A couple days after sending this, I checked -- our list has 278 people on it. Great.

Soon, darling.

Last summer I was reminding people to come to our weekly conditioning nights. One week I sent this out:

Dearest,

We skipped last Monday, and I missed you terribly. I missed the way you laugh when you do windsprints, your sweet little push-ups, the graceful way you run between cones.

I can't wait until we are together again this Monday. I yearn for a warm-up lap with you. I want to feel the perfect unison of plyometrics together. If I'm with you, sprints will seem like flying; agility drills will seem like dancing. We'll do a sit-up for every minute I thought of you, and a push-up for every time it made me smile.

Soon, darling.

Megan

... but attendance was the same as always.