viernes, 16 de septiembre de 2011

Down to the Fryer

Tampa scored 2 and Boston came right back and scored 2. September baseball that means something. I love it. All the other races are pretty much decided. I doubt the Angels will catch the Rangers in the west. But Boston? They are reeling like a boxer ready to be TKO'd. You'd be surprised- the only baseball hats you see here are Red Sox or the Yankees. It's probably more trying to be gangsta fashionable than giving a shit about the teams. Half of the Yankee hats i see are red. Red? WTF? Anyhoo, it's nice to still be able to hate the Red Sox from Europe. But the Red Sox won.

89F today. It's been brutal. The heat has to end soon. It has to. I'm out of sweat! When it gets this hot i get tough like a Groucho Marx rubber chicken. I just dry out. I can drink liters of water and i still feel dehydrated. It's 2:03 in the morning and it's 73F. It's September! No mas. I look at the people bundled up in Fenway and think - Awesome! So hot. Since June. So hot.

Take the time to close your
eyes and look around,
'Cause anyone who helped you out
can let you down.
And look out, look out, look out,
the voice is now the choir.
Can you feel it getting
down to the wire?

-Neil Young

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