A text to Marcie (I’ve quit skee-ball).
A few authoritative somebodies on the league told Marcie and me multiple times since February to make sure we get to NY at the end of May for team national championships, so we did — we made sure — and then we weren’t put on the team. The way we found out was when the announcement was posted to Facebook, which, you know… is never not weird.
When I contacted the main Austin league folks to ask what happened and why we didn’t get a heads-up about it, I was told “THE RULES CHANGED” in a rude and an argumentative way — by multiple parties — with no explanation and a lot of weird run-arounds of blame-passing and personal attacks.
A argued that B had told us things changed; B argued that C had told us, and C argued that A had told us, when the truth of the matter was that nobody said a thing after beating it into the ground to us that we needed to get there. All I wanted was an acknowledgment that someone screwed up.
I got the straight story from the guy in charge of the NY league and in doing so, lost respect for everyone in charge of the Austin league and don’t want to further invest in their branch of the franchise.
I’m spending the entire month of May in New York for, well, one less than three important reasons. Still having my birthday party at the NY HQ of the skee-ball league, because I still love the game and still love those folks.
That mess aside, I’ve got big hopes for a go-ahead from my landlords to sublet my place in Austin because I found an awesome interested party who wants to take it until July. If they say no, that will otherwise hopefully be my only remaining disappointment before I take off.
Being away from home for a full month is not easy, and being a live-in with Peter for an entire month when we each thrive on solitude and on the dynamic of a long-distance relationship is going to be… something new.