This Postseason has been a consistent thread of comfort en nuestra familia. The Yankees face a near-certain (knock wood) World Series win. I'm prepared for a loss tonight that lets us take the title back in the Bronx, a stadium inauguration (plus Pillow's got es-chool tonight). Of course, I'd also be pleased to make short work of it inside the Lion's Den. Oh the terrible bhoyos and girls of 'illadelphia. I was certain a fight would break out last night, between cracked cracker drunkards in the packed decks or even ballplayers (A. Rod hit 3 times?!). These Keystoners are worse than Massholes, all chipped shoulders and 'helicopter towels' (though I must admit that bell-toll is stylish). If you were only listening last night, catch a clip of Damon stealing third like lightning.
Love.
PARADE.
This track, excavated from our padded memories on Saturday afternoon, has little/nothing to do with La Nueva, but it suits.
3 comments:
Does that count as stealing third? I still don't know what the third baseman was doing, was he getting a hot dog ?
getting high?
texting?
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