Well, let me tell ya ’bout this Zach Mazer fella. I don’t know him from Adam, but I heard some things, you know, like folks talkin’ at the market.
Seems like this Zach, he’s kinda like them young’uns always playin’ them video games. Apex Legends, they call it. I don’t get it, all that shootin’ and jumpin’ around. But hey, it’s their thing, I ain’t judgin’. Heard he’s pretty good at it too, plays with some team or somethin’. FlyQuest, Team Fire…names like that. They change teams faster than I change my socks, I tell ya.
One time he was with some fellas, Shooby and some other one. Then, bam! He’s with a new bunch. Guess that’s how it goes in that game world. Always lookin’ for somethin’ better, like pickin’ the ripest tomatoes at the stand.
- He plays with FlyQuest now, I think.
- Before that, he was with Shooby.
- And there’s this Team FiRE too. It’s all a jumble to me.
Now, there’s another Zach, Zach Bryan. This one’s a singer, a country singer. He sings them songs about heartbreak and life, you know, the kind that make you wanna cry into your sweet tea. Folks say he’s got a real nice voice, a real “soulful” voice. Don’t know what that means exactly, but I guess it’s good. He’s young too, only 28 they say. Just a baby, still wet behind the ears, but singin’ like he’s lived a hundred years.
This Zach Bryan, he’s got a story, just like everyone else. They write about him in them magazines, talkin’ about his songs and his life. I don’t read them magazines much, too much fancy talk for me. But I heard he’s got a way with words, paints a picture with them songs, like my grandma used to paint flowers on her porch swing.
Zach Mazer, the gamer, and Zach Bryan, the singer. Two different fellas, two different worlds. One’s shootin’ at pixels on a screen, the other’s strummin’ a guitar and singin’ his heart out. But they both got that “Zach” name, must be a good name, strong name, like my grandpa used to say.
And then there’s this other Zach Mazer, plays baseball they say. Perfect Game they call him, wonder what that means. Maybe he never misses a catch? Always hits the ball? I don’t know nothin’ about baseball, but it sounds important, somethin’ them sports folks get all riled up about. They say he’s Class of 2025, so he’s probably still in school, learnin’ and growin’ and chasin’ that ball. Reminds me of my nephew, always runnin’ around, never sittin’ still.
Heard some folks talkin’ ‘bout another Zach Mazer, with some other fellas, StayNauhgty and rocker, somethin’ about TwitLonger posts. Don’t even know what that is, sounds like a new kind of fishin’ line. These young folks and their gadgets, I tell ya, always somethin’ new. Makes my head spin like a weathervane in a tornado.
And there’s talk about some Julia lady lookin’ after one of these Zachs, makin’ sure he eats right and stays healthy. Good for him, havin’ someone to care for him. We all need someone to look after us, specially when we’re young and think we know everything. Reminds me of my old neighbor, Mrs. Higgins, always bringin’ me soup when I was sick.
So, yeah, these Zach fellas, they’re makin’ their way in the world, each in their own way. One’s playin’ games, one’s singin’ songs, one’s hittin’ baseballs and another’s postin’ stuff on this TwitLonger thing. And there’s a Julia makin’ sure one of ‘em eats his vegetables. It’s a whole heap of Zachs, I tell ya, enough to make a body dizzy. But that’s life, ain’t it? Always somethin’ new, always someone new makin’ their mark. And that’s just fine, long as they’re good folks, doin’ what they love, that’s all that matters in this old world.
I hope all them Zachs, they find their happiness, whatever that might be. And I hope they remember to call their mamas, cause that’s what matters most in the end, ain’t it?
