Comfortably Numb, or...
...Milwaukee: City on the Edge of Forever.
Last night's loss didn't bother me quite as much as the previous two. Perhaps because it was a damn exciting game in which the Red Sox played hard and committed no errors.
Or maybe I've just gone numb.
Although watching shortstop/serial killer Derek Jeter make an outstanding play was painful, more beer cured ailment.
Regardless, there won't be any Red Sox for me over the next ten days. Instead I'll be watching baseball in strange and far away places like Milwaukee, a city forever linked in my mind to Alice Cooper due to that Wayne's World segment. Odds are 10-to-1 that at some point while sojourning there I use the Cooperian pronunciation - Milly-wah-kay - and annoy some local.
Packing was done last night. Ten minutes to pack for ten days away..except the crucial decision regarding what reading material to bring. I have a deep and abiding fear of being caught somewhere, sometime without something to read. No doubt when I am punished in the afterlife for my many sins, my particular hell will resemble The Waiting Room of the Damned: where the doctor never calls for you, and the only periodicals to read are seven year old issues of People magazine and three issues of Highlights with Goofus and Gallant torn out.
Last night's loss didn't bother me quite as much as the previous two. Perhaps because it was a damn exciting game in which the Red Sox played hard and committed no errors.
Or maybe I've just gone numb.
Although watching shortstop/serial killer Derek Jeter make an outstanding play was painful, more beer cured ailment.
Regardless, there won't be any Red Sox for me over the next ten days. Instead I'll be watching baseball in strange and far away places like Milwaukee, a city forever linked in my mind to Alice Cooper due to that Wayne's World segment. Odds are 10-to-1 that at some point while sojourning there I use the Cooperian pronunciation - Milly-wah-kay - and annoy some local.
Packing was done last night. Ten minutes to pack for ten days away..except the crucial decision regarding what reading material to bring. I have a deep and abiding fear of being caught somewhere, sometime without something to read. No doubt when I am punished in the afterlife for my many sins, my particular hell will resemble The Waiting Room of the Damned: where the doctor never calls for you, and the only periodicals to read are seven year old issues of People magazine and three issues of Highlights with Goofus and Gallant torn out.
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