June 06, 2006
Cold Turkey Has Got Me On The Run
God, what a muggy and sluggish week...
And speaking of slugging - I was reflecting today on a conversation I heard behind me at the concessions at the San Francisco Giants game last week. Two late twenty-something white guys in line for beer - it went something like this:
Guy #1: So, what do you think will happen to Barry after this year?
Guy #2: Well, he's definitely going to the Angels, I think.
Guy #1: Definitely. He's definitely going to the AL, so definitely the Angels.
Guy #2: If his knees last that long. Who do you think we'll get with those millions available?
Guy #1: {Answers with long explanation that I don't really recall what all...}
Guy #2: I haven't had whiskey in a month.
Guy #1: Yeah, right.
Guy #2: I swore that shit off, man. I said no whiskey and I haven't had any. I had some vodka the other night, but no whiskey, man, no way.
Guy #1: What music do you have with you, maybe we can make some trades. I got some stuff you might want to burn.
Guy #2: That'd be cool. I hope I've got something you want.
Guy #1: I'm sure you do. I've got some old Zeppelin. I've got the new Chili Peppers...I've got Tupac.
Guy #2: Oh, yeah, I could use some old school rap, man....
And with that it was my turn up at bat. Two beers and a hot dog. Hold the whiskey. Till later.
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