But even during the summer when I'm off, Sunday is the day that you notice your oneness the most. Everybody shows up in some version of a unit. Nuclear families, extended families, divorced dads with their kids, divorced moms with their kids, divorced dads with their kids and girlfriends, divorced moms with their kids and boyfriends, straight couples with no kids, gay couples with no kids, and kid couples who you hope like hell are smart enough not to have kids. Just about every kind of demographic mutation always seems to show up full-force on Sundays. Single guys, anyway.
Single women get together on Sundays.
But not us guys. Not guys my age. For Chrissakes, I'm forty-four. My friends aren't available for games. My friends are married.