THERE IS
NO CRYING
IN BASEBALL!
IN BASEBALL!
There is, however, a hell of a lot of swearing.
Profane, unladylike, truck-driving, sailor-swaggering, biker-esque, white-trash cussing.
I, for one, said some things last night that I've never said in my 39 years. And I was in public. And I didn't care.
My words were appropriate, I rationalize, as I'd never experienced a scoreless game that went 15 innings to lose to a walk-off HR by my least favorite player in the ever-loving world. Mr A-Hole. Mr. You'll-Never-Be-A-Dirt-Dog-Player-In-Boston. Mr. Shove-the-Pitcher-Out-of-The-Way-at-First-Base. Mr. Glove-Eating-Tek-Sandwich.
I can't exactly condone violence. I'm a pacifist. No really, I am.
So, ummmm, could someone else help me out here? Please? Just don't tell me about it.
The upside to baseball: There's always a next time. 4 pm today in fact.
2 comments:
you girls and your baseball...I wish i was a fan...I tried really I did...
hopefully todays game will be better
I hear ya... I had to keep it down, since Liv was sleeping, but the mumbling under my breath definitely wasn't pretty... ;O
Let's hope today's game goes our way.
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