Saturday, July 05, 2008

ENNUI.

We made a decision to get up early yesterday and GO somewhere. Atlantic City won the coin flip, and as we were getting ready, TBF said, “Of course, we could always consider a spontaneous trip to Philly...” which we then thought better of. Going to CBP now is worse (IMO) than going to the House of Evil. 7-year-old children heckle us in Philly for doing nothing more than applauding our team. TBF hates it even more than I do, because the hassle is always balanced out by the fact that it’s just more comfortable physically to watch a game there.

We did sit and watch some of the game, and kept walking over to a television to see what was going on. Every single time, all I could think was, “We can’t do better than that?” To which the answer is, no, they can’t. And what should follow here is a rehash of what everyone else is saying, but it’s boring. I have no idea what I’m going to write about for the rest of the season.

When we got into town yesterday afternoon, we sat down for lunch while Yankees-Red Sox was on, and all I could think during that game was, “Man, if I was Jason Veritek, I would spend the entire series singing Madonna songs behind the plate.” Or as TBF put it, “Hey, A-rod, are you gonna go my way?”