Tuesday, September 28, 2004
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My {Parents} Three Sons:
I've watched too many damn sports events in the past few days.
One more quarter, inning, round or period and I swear, I'll officially have jock itch. There were 3 Yankee games, a Roy Jones Jr. match, and pretty much most of a Cowboys game {between the screens at the bar, the even bigger screen across the street, Karol's friend's apartment and what my brothers had on at my place when I got back home}. My addiction to Lifetime tv on the weekends is being crushed like Kerry's balls at the bottom of Theresa's purse. Instead of cheesy movies where Kari Wurher is being stalked, Shannen Doughtery is being wrongly accused, or, Lisa Rinna is playing the pouty other woman I can now identify the voices of Joe Girardi, Michael Kay and Jim "Kitty" Kaat with the greatest of ease.
I'm grilled on which Hasselbeck plays for which team {Matt for Seattle and Tim on Washington}, El Duque's real name {Orlando Hernandez}, current career Yankees {Jeter, Williams, Posada and Mariano}, MVP if I had to pick today, {Sheffield}. And his uncle is... {Dwight Gooden}.
When not watching sports its been that new Charlie-from-Party-of-Five {which I miss greatly} series Lost, which blew me away! Love it. Unhealthy amounts of Chappelle's show, Da Ali G Show, and uhm... more baseball. Yeah, it's enough to makes a girl's balls sweaty, especially in this weather.
If it weren't for some of my most favorite girls rousing me every so often for poker, drinks, gossip, manicures {uhm... today??, I get out of here at 2pm and am desperate!!}, food or any variation thereof, well, I just might start growing chest hair. So for the triumverate and my other special girlies I'm eternally grateful, I'd be all boy if it weren't for you.
I'm not complaining, mind you, about the fact that I know stats and stances. Swings and pitch names. Logos and coaches. It's all good. And it makes for great potential awkward-moment-conversation savers {esp. with the dad}. Hell, between you, me and the rest of the blog-savvy, I fucking love it.
Now, I gotta go lay down on 3 month old sheets and sniff the armpits of my t's to see if they are wearable. Oops... I mean, buff my nails, write with a pink pen in my flowery diary and sob during the reairing of Oprah. Or, maybe finish watching Law and Order SVU, reheat the ribs from the other night, walk the dog, get soaked in the monsoon and wait to see what Conan's got to say about offing Jay leno who I've hated since day one.
tootles
11:25 PM
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