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I was playing basketball with a friend of mine years ago. On the way to the courts, we started talking about OCD. He told me he thought he had a mild form of it, as he became obsessed with counting letters on vehicles.
I first asked if it was license plates, thinking he’d be in heaven on the freeways. He said it was business vehicles, with their info on the side. He would count the letters and wanted them to end on an even number. If they didn’t, he’d go into a panic mode, until he found a vehicle that did.
He said there was a point where he had pulled over in parking lots and was counting trucks for 30 minutes. He realized his problem was getting worse, so he just told himself to stop. And he did.
I was laughing, more in amazement about it all. I started singing “Are you down with OPP?” changing the words to OCD.
I realized I couldn’t make fun of him too much. I was fascinated by looking at the designs on peoples shirts when they start sweating. Not enough to distract me from the game. Just a bizarre, fun distraction.
Because I’m older and more out of shape now…I don’t have time to look at the players jerseys. I’m just doing everything I can to keep up with these guys in their early 20s. I’m looking more at their shoes as they run by me, than I am at their shirts.
But at racquetball the other day, I realized you have a lot more time. When someone is serving, you can stare at the back of their shirt before they bounce the ball to serve.
And I noticed this guy had been sweating, and it looked exactly like the Statue of Liberty. So much so, that I thought it was just a faded shirt from New York. It had the crown, the arm extended…
I pointed it out to Gavin, who we were playing cutthroat with. He smiled and said, “It looks like the Virgin Mother to me. If we claim that, we’ll be able to sell it for more on eBay.”
Gavin’s a big sweater.
The problem with him being a big sweater is, not only does the court get so wet that we’re slipping on occasion. But, there’s no fun design on his shirt. It’s just completely wet.
When our game ended, I went to get a drink. The guys on the other court had the usual sweat designs. One had the Mickey Mouse silhouette. The other player, who was sweating a lot less, had the smiley face.
I never look at the sweat patterns of the weight lifters. I don’t want them thinking I’m admiring pecs.
I was playing basketball with a friend of mine years ago. On the way to the courts, we started talking about OCD. He told me he thought he had a mild form of it, as he became obsessed with counting letters on vehicles.
I first asked if it was license plates, thinking he’d be in heaven on the freeways. He said it was business vehicles, with their info on the side. He would count the letters and wanted them to end on an even number. If they didn’t, he’d go into a panic mode, until he found a vehicle that did.
He said there was a point where he had pulled over in parking lots and was counting trucks for 30 minutes. He realized his problem was getting worse, so he just told himself to stop. And he did.
I was laughing, more in amazement about it all. I started singing “Are you down with OPP?” changing the words to OCD.
I realized I couldn’t make fun of him too much. I was fascinated by looking at the designs on peoples shirts when they start sweating. Not enough to distract me from the game. Just a bizarre, fun distraction.
Because I’m older and more out of shape now…I don’t have time to look at the players jerseys. I’m just doing everything I can to keep up with these guys in their early 20s. I’m looking more at their shoes as they run by me, than I am at their shirts.
But at racquetball the other day, I realized you have a lot more time. When someone is serving, you can stare at the back of their shirt before they bounce the ball to serve.
And I noticed this guy had been sweating, and it looked exactly like the Statue of Liberty. So much so, that I thought it was just a faded shirt from New York. It had the crown, the arm extended…
I pointed it out to Gavin, who we were playing cutthroat with. He smiled and said, “It looks like the Virgin Mother to me. If we claim that, we’ll be able to sell it for more on eBay.”
Gavin’s a big sweater.
The problem with him being a big sweater is, not only does the court get so wet that we’re slipping on occasion. But, there’s no fun design on his shirt. It’s just completely wet.
When our game ended, I went to get a drink. The guys on the other court had the usual sweat designs. One had the Mickey Mouse silhouette. The other player, who was sweating a lot less, had the smiley face.
I never look at the sweat patterns of the weight lifters. I don’t want them thinking I’m admiring pecs.