over to their house after work to watch
this fucking redsox yankee series
simply the greatest rivalry in all of sport.
so i accepted on his behalf and we met them there
and it was raining so they left the bathroom window open
so we could hear the rain
and one of the girls had put a candle in the bathroom
and lit it
and in the dark there with the rain
it was nice
and something youd never see
at mans house
so even nicer.
94. spot 79
thier plush carpet was clean
and i wondered how i could roll on it later
but never did because that game was so good
best rivalry ever
and the yankees are just too deep.
the other day fuckin jeter hit a bases clearing triple,
(double, advancing to third on the throw home)
and pedro was all fuckit and hit a-rod in the elbow
only place you can really hurt a-rod
and most guys will squint and jog over to first like all whatever
but a-rod barely made it put his hands on his knees and then straightened up,
arched his back, and grimaced like he could feel the bone splintering
with each little movement.
the trainer came over and sprayed on that cold topical cocaine deal
and the first base coach said youre in fenway park
and not only did you get hit but you got hit by pedro
but now pedro had to face sheffield and matsui,
wasnt jeter and a-rod enough?
but he did, and tonights game was spectacular
even with a-rod trying to cheat.
pretty boys played maybe two thousand games in his life.
has he ever known it not to be cheating
to slap a ball out of a glove.
this is a civilized sport.
you can bowl over the catcher, but certainly no slapping!
and my only fear for karisa, one of my best friends of all time,
is the red sox dont fare well in seventh games,
sadly, horrificly
cruely.
but the yankees must be defeated,
and the red sox must be the ones who do it.
and no matter what happens next week or the week after,
tonight will be the most important game of the season
i hope you get to share it with nice girls
like me and john woo got to do tonight.