I’ve already told y’all one of the main reasons I launched this godsend of a page is because it allows me to write whatever the hell I want, how and when — sans editorial interference.
This is that in a big way, ‘cause upon the overthinker that is me’s 33rd read of my marathon “Impact People” post of a couple weeks ago, I realized I might never sleep again if I don’t formally double back and give specific love to some magical souls who’ve impacted me in major ways. They either weren’t singled out in the original in my misguided attempt to keep the marathon from turning into an Iron Man test of the reader’s endurance, or they didn’t do the soul-searing thing until after the post was penned.
Let’s call it exactly what this is: A series of makeup calls for some omissions that were, in the immortal words of Urbs Unchained’s official Native Texan Secretary of Homespun Humor, Scott Palmer, “uglier than homemade soap.”
Quick refresher: Impact People are those who appear in your life outta nowhere and worm their way so deeply into your heart that you’ll be forever grateful. Here are a handful who’ve done that to me on some next-level levels:
Chris Baines, aka Kris Stylez: Former pro wrestler, director of security for the Houston Astros (with rings to prove it), and currently an on-the-comeup-as-Stylez rapper/singer/songwriter/producer, Chris has been invaluable to my mental health as I’ve recovered from an April accident that left me in a coma for 10 days, the hospital for 27, and an after-care facility forever.
No cap, I thought he was a mute when I met him. Turns out he’s simply a listener. A thoughtful, empathetic, wizened master of the lost art. Pure as a friend comes.
Bonus: Baines laughs at pretty much everything I do or say. Nobody’s THAT funny, but he makes me feel like I am, and there’s a lot of self-esteem value in that.
Ms. White-Hot Smarty Pants; aka The One; aka Fucker: Remember the top of my Impact People scale, the ones who hit you with such force that you’re instantly temporarily transferred — and perhaps permanently should you be so blessed — into some ethereal energy field that leaves you with little recourse by way of articulating the emotion outside of “Holy Shit”?
That would be the wonderful woman with whom I recently connected who checks literally every box I’ve been fastidiously formulating for years as it applies to a perfect potential partner. Brilliant and beautiful, tall and too cool to do justice with mere words, thoughtful and the polar opposite of thotful, kind and caring, effortlessly empathetic, sexy and sensitive with swag on seven billion, forcefully fierce, perceptive, and perhaps the funniest woman alive, Ms. White-Hot stopped my streak of Groundhog Day dating-app experiences with a single word at the end of her profile’s narrative: champ.
As in, “Shoot your shot, champ.” Never one to shy away from jacking up prayers, I shot with the best, most comically over-the-top sales pitch since I told my now-ex that if she’d give me just one date she’d end up walking the aisle in my direction.
I’d made a similarly bold prediction to this spectacular alien being, a former southpaw baller herself and an elite prep swimmer who went to college on a cheerleading scholarship before moving to Houston to settle on a law school. She actually reached out to me first, an upset of N.C. State-over-Phi Slama Jama-in-1983 proportions, and after my shot found nothing but net, I quickly discovered that she’s essentially perfect.
So damn right I’m feeling like a champ these days. “I’ll take ‘Worth The Wait’ for $800, Alex.” Princess Smarty Pants is a rock star, period. And she doesn’t think I’m a dork. Yet.
Bonus: Not only does she let me get away with calling her “fucker,” which believe it or not is an actual term of endearment and affection for me, she actually suggested I save her contact info in my phone under the name. Which I did, of course, and now get a childish kick out of the nonsensical notifications that “FUCKER has sent you a text message.” Holy Shit, she’s good.
Mike Washington, aka Wash, aka Big Bear, aka Belly Penis: Yes, “Belly Penis.” It’s actually what HE calls MY umbilical bump, but it’s so damn funny I flipped it.
Wash is as Ride-or-Die as a friend could be, having stormed into my life as a semi-pro baseball rotation-mate who has been my First Mate ever since. Over 33 years of ups, downs and sideways, he’s been there with an understanding ear, unfiltered advice, endless and side-splitting jokes, unconditional love and Big Bear hugs that say, “I got you, big fella,” in the warmest of ways.
Bonus: During the pandemic, post-divorce, when I was scraping the bottom of the barrel of fear and self-loathing, he made the 90-minute drive from his home to mine damn near every Sunday to keep me sane.
And last but not least, Barry Zito, aka Z, aka Drake Holloway: My first year covering Major League Baseball was his first full year playing it, and the year he left the Oakland A’s to sign with the San Francisco Giants, my career coincidentally made the same move across the Bay Bridge. And we both endured some serious struggles in the wake of said switch.
As a result, we drifted apart for a bit despite having been WAY more unorthodoxly tight than an athlete and media member are supposed to — and to hear many say it, allowed to — be for the previous decade while traveling the American League as frequent partners in crime.
But we never lost touch entirely, and when we both got right, we found our friendship more valuable than ever, and he’s my most trusted and inspiring consigliere to this day. Just a prince of a human being, with the heart the size of a blue whale and the best father this side of Harold Vincent Urban.
Bonus: Z’s on-the-air voicemail to my radio show one Sunday, explaining his no-show by saying he’d been quarantined after petting “Powder” down at the “Unicorn Stables,” remains a priceless web gem worthy of your time down whatever rabbit hole you need to dive into to find it.
Honorable mentions: Andrew Burruss, Mary Todd Hoppock, Russell “Rusty” Reimer, Michelle Sterling, Doug Miller and Kristen Khorge. Unforgettably amazing Impactful People as well.
Thank you for you. All of you.