Most sportswriters suck. They’re either dumb ex-jocks or stat-happy geeks–both groups of people who are inherently incapable of writing. Perhaps the greatest exception to that rule is the hilarious Bill Simmons. He’s a Boston guy, too, Dave, you’d love him.
Anyway, one of Bill’s trademarks is doing running diaries of big games, drafts (including yesterday’s NBA draft), etc. Thanks to Bill, you guys now get “A Day at an Indie CD Store,” the unnamed record store I work at. Now a day at an independent record store may not feature as much dashing attire as the NBA Draft, but I’m working the store by myself all day, so I need something to entertain me.
10:52 – Open the store. A woman immediately pokes her head in to complain that the doggie water bowl we keep in front of the store is empty. She didn’t have a dog with her, but I manage to fight the urge to tell her that she can come in and drink from our water fountain if she wants.
11:03 – Fill the doggie water bowl begrudgingly (more…)
