I was sitting in a bar in Hoboken last night, where I have watched the games recently, and, as I said before, I was all moonstruck because of the golden beams flowing down from the dark sky, I met up with the 5 random Red Sox fans I described in an earlier post, and we have all now become long-lost dear friends. We all speak AT one another, simultaneously. We cheer at the same moment. We groan at the same moment. We all know the stories of each other’s lives now. Many of them are from Rhode Island. We reminisce. We do not know each other at all. It is very funny.
There’s a positive spin over at Bambino’s Curse on the Red Sox losing streak. An enjoyable read. As always. I like his comment on the French soldiers being “O-fer-the last two centuries”. Good one.
Can’t love Cinco de Mayo enough: as I believe I’ve stated before, as a rule, no country that gets its ass handed to it by fucking MEXICO ever deserves to be called a “great power” with a straight face. I mean, come on, it took them more than three hundred years to drive out the Spanish and what, three years to get rid of the French?
Moreover, it’s definitely a pretty backhanded compliment to say that your country’s two greatest miliary leaders were a foreigner and a 19-year-old girl.