Friday, September 29, 2006

Why God, Why?!

Tonight, the world looks a little bit greyer—the sky a little bit darker. Dog’s beady, sympathetic eyes don’t offer their usual comfort. A glass of Shiraz doesn’t warm the pit of my stomach like it should. Reruns of Chappelle’s Show don’t garner the same chortle, Conan O’Brien’s auburn coif is missing its signature bounce.

However, Jay Leno’s chin is still obnoxiously big and he is still not funny.

Tonight—despite the Mets finally snapping their four-game losing streak, despite Beltran’s club record-tying 41st home run, Reyes getting his 64th stolen base, El Duque sparking a glimmer of hope in a weak starting pitching rotation, David Wright continuing to suck it up for whatever Goddamn reason—a dark cloud descended on the ray of light that was their clicher celebration last week.

I don't expect non-Mets fans to understand (maybe BoSox fans, but their season's already done and they're probably all bitter), but...

...I is very sad...


P.S. David, I'm just kidding, I still love you! xoxoxo


Blogger Arthur Quiller Couch said...

You guys crack me up, you really do. I mean, it may be a great game and all that, but wtf do you call it the World Series when there's never more than three countries involved? Or four, if you count Puerto Rico.
What's more, I'm told that if you let Cuba play they would SO whup your collective ass.

10:24 AM  
Anonymous -L said...
That site explains the origin of the name.

11:04 PM  

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