Alright, so the big match was on my mind, Cruz Azul vs América. Always a tense one, you know? I figured I’d finally get around to that thing I’d been putting off. Planned to set myself up, maybe catch the game while I finally tackled organizing the garage workbench. Seemed like a solid plan, kill two birds with one stone.
So, I went out there Saturday afternoon. Pulled everything off the bench first. Man, what a mess. Dust bunnies the size of actual bunnies. Tools everywhere, bits of old projects I half-finished. Started sorting screws and bolts into little jars. Found that old wrench I thought I lost ages ago. Felt pretty good, making progress.
Getting Sidetracked
Then I found this old wooden box tucked way in the back, under a pile of rags. Completely forgot it was there. Opened it up. Wasn’t tools. It was full of old cassette tapes. Like, ancient history. Stuff from college, road trips. Total surprise.
Pulled one out. Label was faded, couldn’t really read it. Curiosity got the better of me. Had to see if my old portable cassette player still worked. Dug that out of another box. Needed batteries, of course. Went back inside, hunted down some AAs. Put the tape in, pressed play.
Sounded awful at first, all warped. But then it sort of cleared up. It was a mixtape someone made for me way back when. Had some classic rock on it. Totally got lost listening to that, remembering stuff. The garage, the workbench, even the game kind of faded away for a bit.
- Found the tape player.
- Scrounged for batteries.
- Actually got a tape to play.
Next thing I know, I hear my neighbor yellin’ next door. Sounded like a goal. Checked the time. Wow, totally missed the start of the game, maybe even the whole first half. Just sitting there on a dusty stool, holding a cassette tape.
So much for multitasking, right? The workbench was still a disaster zone. Tools piled up, screws half-sorted. And I had no clue what the score was in the Clásico Joven.
Ended up just cleaning off one corner of the bench, put the tape player there, and listened to more old music while I half-watched the second half through the garage window. Didn’t get much organizing done. But hey, found some cool old tapes. Sometimes the plan just goes out the window, you know? Just like a surprising goal changes the whole feel of a match.
