Alright, so the other day I found myself lookin’ up Riley Greene’s splits. Yeah, the baseball player. How he hits off left-handed pitchers versus right-handed, day games, night games, all that jazz. Wasn’t for any big fantasy league, not really my scene anymore. Just kinda curious, you know? Clickin’ around.
But then, it got me properly thinking. About splits. Not the athletic kind, thank goodness, my back wouldn’t survive that. I mean, the way things just… divide. Or get pulled in a million directions.
Everything Feels Split
It’s like my weekend plans. I tell myself, “Okay, Saturday, you’re gonna fix that leaky faucet, finally.” That’s the plan, singular. But then Saturday rolls around. Part of me wants to fix the faucet. Another part, a louder part, wants to just sit on the couch and watch TV. Then the kids have their own ideas, wanting to go to the park, or needing help with some project. And the wife, she’s got a list too. Suddenly, my “one plan” is split into five tiny, frustrating pieces. Nothing really gets done right.
It’s like that old shed out back. Meant to be for tools, right? Simple. But now?
- One corner is “stuff I’ll definitely use next summer.”
- Another bit is “things the kids outgrew but we can’t throw out.”
- And a big ol’ section is “I don’t even know what this is, but I’m scared to look.”
It’s a split personality shed. Totally useless for actually finding a hammer quickly.
I remember we tried to decide on a new car color a while back. Sounds easy, pick a color. But no. I wanted something practical, dark, wouldn’t show dirt. She wanted something bright, more cheerful. The kids, they just wanted something that looked “fast,” whatever that means for a family minivan. We were split. Stood there at the dealership, probably looking like fools, going back and forth. We ended up with silver. Nobody’s first choice, but the one thing we could all kinda agree to not hate. A compromise, another kind of split, I guess.
You look at those baseball stats, Riley Greene’s splits, and it’s all neat. Numbers in columns. Makes sense. This condition, that result. But real life? Man, the splits are messy. They don’t line up. You try to pull ’em together and it just feels like you’re making more of a mess.
So yeah, looking up some baseball numbers. That’s where it started. Now I’m just noticing all these other splits, these little divisions in everyday stuff. Don’t really have a grand solution. Maybe you just gotta pick a battle, or learn to live with the pieces. For now, that faucet is still dripping. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll just split the difference and ignore it for another week. Who knows.
