Overheard at the Gym: Kershaw’s Half of the Convo

As you’ve probably heard, Dodgers pitcher Clayton Kershaw recently signed a contract that will pay him more American dollars than you will earn across all the many lifetimes that Lord Buddha bestows upon you, even if you embezzle from your employers and/or diligently cut coupons.

As a result of his enviable windfall, the young lefty has been subject to a multitude of business proposals, probably. What follows is a not-at-all fictional record — or half-record, if you will — of just one of those.

There is the whir of the elliptical, the whine of the overhead fan.

Through the hum and drone comes a pulsing tone.

The young man picks up the cell phone and presses it to his ear.

“Hello? Oh, hey,” he says in a friendly tone, his legs still pumping but his left arm steady in the standard phone-call position. “How’s it going?”

“Yeah, thanks very much. I know, I know. It really is a lot of money.”

“Oh, I agree,” he replies, “it’s pretty mind-blowing, it really is.”

“Sure, I’ve got a minute…. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh, that certainly is an innovative concept…. Uh-huh. Wow, yes, that sounds exciting, but….”

“Yes, well, that does sound like an interesting investment opportunity, but we already have a lot of that money earmarked for charity. We have the orphanage in Lusaka, of course, and the Peacock Foundation, not to mention Kershaw’s Challenge and Habitat for Humanity. Plus, you know, groceries.”

“Uh-huh…. Yes. Well, it’s just that…”

“No, I’m not saying that chipotle-flavored oxygen is a bad idea, exactly, nor am I suggesting that a couch that can deliver its own pizzas is necessarily doomed to fail. It’s just that … uh-huh … uh-huh … yes, well … uh-huh … yes, but … uh-huh, well, that sounds like a serviceable concept, too, but I’m not convinced that there’s a great demand for a self-cleaning welcome mat, nor am I convinced that the world is ready for a bathrobe that says nice things about the back of your neck.”

“Uh-huh. Yes, well, good luck to you this year, too. OK. Goodbye.”

There is the whir of the elliptical, the whine of the overhead fan.

Through the hum and drone comes a pulsing tone.

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John Paschal
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John Paschal

Yes, kind readers, you’re right.

For the past several hours, the title of this post has inadvertently read “Overhead at the Gym” instead of “Overheard at the gym.” The author of said post appreciates your kindness in this, his most trying of hours.

John Paschal
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John Paschal

You might also be wondering: “Well, what IS overhead at the gym?”

Well, what’s overhead at the gym is the aforementioned overhead fan.

There is also an overhead camera, used to detect tinfoil hats like the one I wear.

Thank you, and goodnight.

steex
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steex

And here I was hoping for a discussion of the gym’s ongoing expenses. Oh well.