Slump Busters go both ways by Katy Temple

Mindy and I at play.

If you follow follow baseball at all, chances are you have heard of a slumpbuster. It's when an athlete goes out and sleeps with a woman that is lower than their standards would normally dictate, the belief being that it will help them break out of a slump.

Well, female non athletes have the same problems as well. I used to work at a Centerfolds, a club not too far from Bristol, CT. As you might expect, there were a number of ESPN employees that would stop by after work. One of my regulars was John Kruk. I was going through a bad stretch with my ex. Kruk was there with a big wad of cash and the next thing you know, he was back at my apartment.

The worst thing about sleeping with John Kruk isn't that he is fat. It's not the scraggly beard. It's not that he is bad in bed. It's the crumbs. The pool of gravy he leaves on the pillow cases and the never ending smell of fried chicken that takes over your room. Yes, I slept with John Kruk, but that doesn't mean that my bedroom should smell like a Popeye's for the next two years. Does it?

I've hired Stanley Steamer to clean my floors. Purchased Febreeze by the gallon ad used clinical Strength Tide on all of my linens. I don't even want to talk about what I have used on my skin. But I can't get rid of the smell. I truly hope that I never go through that kind of a slump again. I can't afford it.