Today, I will be going to a Cornell Club of Boston event at Fenway Park. All-you-can-eat and all-you-can-drink buffet before the game, decent seats, and a baseball game. Should be good, no?
And then I saw today's pitcher.
John Smoltz.
Oy vey.
This could be interesting. Now, Smoltzie has been quite the disappointment for the Red Sox, but still. It's Smoltz.
I imagine today will be like going to a bar with a bunch of my friends, and then seeing my ex appear randomly and hook up with the douchebag from down the hall.
This all-you-can-drink part of the deal has suddenly become an issue.
Update: After watching Smoltz give up six runs in five innings, I must revise my earlier analogy, and append a clause wherein the douchebag roofied Smoltz and had his way with him.
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