I sat in Santa Cruz and watched the Philadelphia Phillies win Game One of the World Series.
That’s something I would not have expected to write in my life. I kind of feel the same way I did when I spent New Year’s watching the Philadelphia fireworks from a train platform on Martin Luther King, Jr Blvd in Camden, NJ.
Not exactly an experience you expect to have in your lifetime.
I’m a little bummed I’m missing California for baseball. But hell, I can come back to California. I could be fifty the next time the Phillies make it to the World Series. Reckon that’s a fair trade. Besides, California would be lovely if it was devoid of people. They tend to ruin everything.
The victory calls for a shot of bourbon.
Right, that’s done.
May I suggest that American refrain from partaking of free tacos from Taco Bell? Do you really want to eat something that was stolen by one of the Tampa Bay Rays? Hell, only last year they were stealing cars – now they’re stealing tacos for the United States?
They must and shall be supressed.