When I met you in the summer.
Please play this while I recant the error of our missed connection:
We were both standing on the porch of the Pen. I was surrounded by two sporty gentlemen who looked like bloggers, one on his phone the entire game, the other would eventually befriend Nick Collison's brother. We were all having just a great time. I don't know why I said that; I'm a little nervous that you're actually there, reading this. You were wearing a Brad Miller jersey, blonde, and wore an old outfielder's mitt on your left hand.