Walked by a guy and girl, both very hipsterish (I wish I could describe them any other way, but if you saw them, you’d begrudgingly agree) in their mid-20’s earlier today, on Flatbush Ave in Brooklyn (not a terribly hipster-ish hood), and I over this convo, verbatim:
GIRL - When does skeeball league start?
GUY - Wednesday. I don’t know if I’m gona do it. I’ve been smoking a lot of cigarettes lately. I’m so out of shape.
I don’t think I need to tell you how much is wrong / obnoxious / douchy / awful / fantastic about this overheard piece of modern day young NYC dialogue. And no, nobody was playing a soundbyte from “Girls” on their iPhone for the sidewalk to hear. I just…well, I couldn’t help but share. Because there’s a chance you might get a call to join a skeeball league soon. And I’m hoping your athletic prowess is up to snuff, and that you can compete accordingly, in a SKEEBALL LEAGUE, because thankfully a fellow young athlete knows he might not be up to par. Or whatever par is in friggin’ skeeball.
God help us all.