Me: god baseball sucks
Me: what sucks most about it is that i can't just wash my hands of it like you said
Me: i'm stuck
Mike: well i realized i always have the dodgers who are cheap to watch (6 bucks for a seat witha good view) and they will always suck enough that i dont have to worry about them breaking my heart
Me: lol so you're leaving the sox bandwagon?
Mike: heheheh i dont think i can...but i have a way out...i have the "break in case of emergancy" box...
Mike: ...so when its game 7 and they keep schilling in too long and a-rod hits a game winning homer...i can just run to the dodgers
Me: oh my god
Me: that hurts my soul
Me: what you just said
Mike: im sorry
Mike: but hey maybe this manager is a bill bellichek and he will lead the sox to beat the yankees like bill did in 2002 against the rams
Me: we can only hope
When my Dad called and told me about it on Saturday morning, I let out a howl of pain so intense that Steve leapt out of bed and ran, still half-asleep, into the living room where I was shouting into the phone, thinking I was physically hurt. He was pissed about the scare for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, I was just pissed about the Yankees.