I can't say what's going on because, you know, you can't say it. Those of you watching the game know.
It is my 30th anniversary! I showed up after work with 30 long-stem red roses, some gifts. We had a nice bottle of wine with a nice dinner as I cursed two Kearns at bats (OK, so maybe I'm wrong about him). And now, well, you know, I can't say that either.
Except the game *** I can't tear myself away.
The younger fellows among my readership, take my word here: "Honey, just as soon is this game is over ***" isn't a good idea.
(And I didn't jinx it. Carpenter said "perfect through three" at the end of the inning. Honest)
1 comment:
That's the beauty of living on the other side of the planet. All the games are in the morning, while I am at work, so the wife never has to tell me to turn it off. The downside is that I never get to "watch" the game, I only have gameday, and now they've screwed with the video and I can't get them to work on my PC! Kearns can go....I don't care how nice he is or how good his defence is.. he is a liability with the bat.
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