Friends,
First, I must apologize to Dylan for missing his concert at the What's Up Lounge. I told him I was going to be there, but then I didn't show. Guess that makes me an ass. And I should also apologize to Dodie and Luke, because I told them I was going to be there as well. Ass times 2. Why? Well, I had to watch Game 5 of the World Series which my StL Cardinals won.
The 83 win, complete underdog, from the "inferior" NL, not from the coast, has-no-business-winning, who mustache science would have completely discounted (not a mustache on that team, all beards and whatever that was on Ronnie Belliard's face), team won the World Championship. I don't know what to do with myself. I yelled woo. I hugged Emily, hopped around. Yelled at the TV. I can totally get some work done now. The nice thing about this team, they supplanted the 1987 Twins as the worst team to ever win the World Series. Yeah, suck on that Twins. We're the best at being the worst-yet-still-technically-the-best. Also, not only did the St. Louis Cardinals team win, but they made Detroit look like the Bad News Bears in the process. I mean, did you see how many times the Tigers pitchers threw the ball away? I know...total intimidation.
From my previous posts, it appears that I also promised the baseball gods a virgin sacrifice if they saw fit for the Cardinals to win. Well, shit. Not to question the moral fiber of the people I see regularly, but I do not encounter many virgins in my day-to-day life, but I could be wrong. But, I suppose, with enough prayer, the baseball gods shall create an opportunity for the sacrifice to be made, just like a runner at first with less than two outs and the pitcher batting. Maybe I'll need to cook up some sort of black mass combined with a game of pepper...I wonder who the actually baseball god is...is it a trinity thing, a whole pantheon of baseball dieties...if there are baseball gods, does that mean that there are baseball devils and a baseball dark lord...do the baseball gods condone plural marriages like those dastardly Mormons (I'm reading Under the Banner of Heaven now....turns out the Garden of Eden was in Independence, Missouri...go figure....but does that mean that Harry Truman is a direct descendant of Adam?)
See, I'm all over the place. I can't focus anymore. Holy shit, go Cards...yours, mine and ours 2006 MLB World Champions.
GRACIAS EL BIRDOS!!!!! VIVA! VIVA! VIVA!
viva el mustache.
October 27, 2006
Your 2006 World Champions...
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I'm quite sure there are baseball gods: Kirby Puckett, Walter Johnson (the best damn Johnson in sports history!), Satchell Page, Cy Young, Honus Wagner, Jack Morris will be officially deified when he dies (game 7 bitches!)...oh and that Herman Ruth guy. They clearly look out over the baseball mortals like Kenny "Cheat to Win" Rogers and Carlos "Just Don't Bother Winning" Silva.
I would guess the baseball devils would be Ty Cobb, Juan Marichal, Barry Bonds (When he dies), Albert Belle (If he ain't dead yet, he ought to be), and Roger Clemens (something about that guy ain't right. Old guy's aren't supposed to play like that).
Make that "Satchel Paige" as one of them gods. The rest I stand behind. Most called him Babe; his mom called him George; I call the motherfucker Herman.
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