Me don't care if me ever gets back
For some reason or other this Summer be stuck in neutral and has not had the fun filled feeling that Me has come to expect. The problems at work have been temporarily solved with the removal of she who must not be named
Other things seem to be stuck in limbo and Me has to find a way to get this Monster in gear and haulin ass down the highway.
Me believes the answer be gettin me ass out to the ball park. Me is in great desire to see eighteen guys go out and battle for nine or more innings of the beautiful ballet called baseball.
Me thinks that there be nuthin better for one's spirits than to get out on a warm afternoon and sit in the bleachers behind center field and cheer yer heart out.
Me cain't do it fer me home team so Me is jus gonna find the next best thing and go out this weekend to eat some chicken on a stick and gobble some rice balls while cheering for someone, anyone to drive that ball into me waiting arms.
STOMP
Me no got no Cracker Jacks.
13 comments:
You Go Scary!!!
Play ball! Batter Batter Batter!
xx
pinks
'course, if'n yer favorite team ain't in the big line-up....
there's always little league.
Nothin more real than some group of kids with absolutely no talent just playin' their hearts out!
Me no like baseball, but me hoping to get to third base with RevRee tonight. BOING!
Pinks person, Me believes you got yer mind 0nna whole different stick and balls.
Boneman~ Welcome to Scary's place. You pinned the tail on the donkey. There's a high school competition going on this week and Me gonna take an afternoon and watch these kids play ball the way it ought to be played.
Mr. Dykerson~ Iffin you get to third Me would be surprised. Me not even too certain you gonna get the bat up.
Swish.
Kill the umpire! Kill the umpire!
Want me to mail you some peanuts and Cracker Jacks? It'll cost $40 to send an 87-cent box, but I'd do it...
It's just freaking me out that the sun is still shining brightly here on Friday the Thirteenth, and you're posting from the future.
I'm not sure which is better -- that She Who Must Not Be Named is gone, or ... Chicken On a Stick. What in God's name is Chicken On a Stick?:-)
Steeeeee-rike! Batter up.
When I was in Japan, we used to think that squid on a stick was funny. Chicken on a stick sounds downright practical to me!
I went to a minor league game on July 4th and the announcer hardly announced anything but the players' names. It was AWFUL! I miss the previous one, who was old-school and added the beautiful sound effects that I loved so much. "Steeeee-RIKE THREE! He's out!"
Ah, this takes me back. I remember when dad took me to my first game. It was so neat. And of course the 7th inning stretch, complete with "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" was fun.
So there I was, all of 6-years old, singing "Give me some peanuts and Cracker Jack". And there was dad, with his snarling, "What, do you think I'm made out of money?!".
As long as it is a whole chicken, beak and all, on a stick I'm game.
I haven't been to a ball game in a long time.
steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerike!
I love baseball games. I think. I mostly just like people watching and beer drinking. I guess I could stand on a street corner downtown for that.
Please excuse my absence from your blog for a while. I had my head up my ass. I've pulled it out now. Last time I was here I thought you said you had quit your job. You didn't Scary? They just bumped off She Who Will not Be Named. Did they flush her down the comode?
Pugsy always has the most heart warming memories. Its enough to make a monster cry.
DON'T MAKE SCARY CRY!
I hate to see a grown monster cry.
xx
pinks
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