kzsox (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kzsox) wrote,@ 2005-06-25 15:03:00 |
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5th Inning Report: Phillies are Melting Like a Cheese Steak
I've always sort of had a soft spot for the Phillies. Particularly Pat Burrell and J-Roll. When I was living in Philadelphia, my friend Sue and I used to take in games at the late Veterans Stadium. Cheap seats, easy to get to on the subway, and creative uses of the word "fuck" offered by most of the Phillies fans. Oh, the fury! Sometimes, we would take the ferry from Penn's Landing to Camden, NJ, to see the Triple-A Riversharks (right next to the infamous Campbell Soup Factory). Those were good times.
If I were my friend Sue, I would be irate. The Phillies are playing defense like a field full of Jose Offermans. This was an ugly top of the 3rd for Philadelphia. After he walked Clement, Padilla was pulled. The Red Sox are like a machine today, despite the weather conditions. And I can only imagine what it's like there, since my flesh is dripping off my legs, forming a sticky puddle at my feet. Looking out into the stands, I am seeing a lot of long sleeved shirts. WTF?
Do these Gillette commercials honestly appeal those of the male persuasion? They remind me of the music video-like segments in John Hughes movies. They're horrible.
A rather large man wearing a tie-dyed YES concert tee lost his drawers leaning over into the field to scoop up a foul. I can't believe how long they left the camera on this guy's pasty butt.
Speaking of embarrassing moments and the greater Philadelphia region, I will reveal a doozy to you. I lived in this area at 2 different points in my life. Once at 23, and a second time at 29. This happened during the former period, when I was a much younger lass. I was employed by a printing company in south Jersey. One morning, a very attractive young man who drove packages to and from our NYC client offices for us, approached me. I had a crush on this guy, and everyone knew it. He looked at me in an adoring way and asked, “Do you want to see me?”
Let me first say that I had been flirting with this particular guy for a few weeks and it was obvious (at least to me - perhaps it was my imagination) that he had been flirting back. Do you want to see me? This meant only one thing to me in that moment: He was asking me out. I was at a loss for words. Technically, I was dating someone else at the time, although it was far from serious. I took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eye and said, “Well, I’m sorting of seeing someone else, but I find you very attractive.” As I went on, I noted the confusion on the poor guy’s face.
“Tony said that you needed to see me about a package.”
I raced out of the room we were standing in and straight into the cafeteria closet. I stayed in the closet for thirty minutes or so, until I was certain that the coast was clear.
Going into the bottom of the 5th: Boston 5, Phila 0.
I've always sort of had a soft spot for the Phillies. Particularly Pat Burrell and J-Roll. When I was living in Philadelphia, my friend Sue and I used to take in games at the late Veterans Stadium. Cheap seats, easy to get to on the subway, and creative uses of the word "fuck" offered by most of the Phillies fans. Oh, the fury! Sometimes, we would take the ferry from Penn's Landing to Camden, NJ, to see the Triple-A Riversharks (right next to the infamous Campbell Soup Factory). Those were good times.
If I were my friend Sue, I would be irate. The Phillies are playing defense like a field full of Jose Offermans. This was an ugly top of the 3rd for Philadelphia. After he walked Clement, Padilla was pulled. The Red Sox are like a machine today, despite the weather conditions. And I can only imagine what it's like there, since my flesh is dripping off my legs, forming a sticky puddle at my feet. Looking out into the stands, I am seeing a lot of long sleeved shirts. WTF?
Do these Gillette commercials honestly appeal those of the male persuasion? They remind me of the music video-like segments in John Hughes movies. They're horrible.
A rather large man wearing a tie-dyed YES concert tee lost his drawers leaning over into the field to scoop up a foul. I can't believe how long they left the camera on this guy's pasty butt.
Speaking of embarrassing moments and the greater Philadelphia region, I will reveal a doozy to you. I lived in this area at 2 different points in my life. Once at 23, and a second time at 29. This happened during the former period, when I was a much younger lass. I was employed by a printing company in south Jersey. One morning, a very attractive young man who drove packages to and from our NYC client offices for us, approached me. I had a crush on this guy, and everyone knew it. He looked at me in an adoring way and asked, “Do you want to see me?”
Let me first say that I had been flirting with this particular guy for a few weeks and it was obvious (at least to me - perhaps it was my imagination) that he had been flirting back. Do you want to see me? This meant only one thing to me in that moment: He was asking me out. I was at a loss for words. Technically, I was dating someone else at the time, although it was far from serious. I took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eye and said, “Well, I’m sorting of seeing someone else, but I find you very attractive.” As I went on, I noted the confusion on the poor guy’s face.
“Tony said that you needed to see me about a package.”
I raced out of the room we were standing in and straight into the cafeteria closet. I stayed in the closet for thirty minutes or so, until I was certain that the coast was clear.
Going into the bottom of the 5th: Boston 5, Phila 0.
