What is it about baseball that makes one wax poetic:
I was on my way to a little pre-birthday dinner in South Pasadena last night. The route took us out past Chavez Ravine and Dodger Stadium. Now, you can't see the actual stadium itself at night from the freeway. Hell, you can't even see the parking lots. But tens of beams of pure white light shot out of the ravine in a moving fan of brilliance.
I was staring toward the towers of downtown until my girlfriend said, "Dodger game tonight."
I turned my head, the light show hit me, and I smiled. The boys in blue have started up another season. It's almost summer. Time to buy some upper deck tickets and wolf down a Dodger dog or two.
...and I don't even like baseball that much.
I was on my way to a little pre-birthday dinner in South Pasadena last night. The route took us out past Chavez Ravine and Dodger Stadium. Now, you can't see the actual stadium itself at night from the freeway. Hell, you can't even see the parking lots. But tens of beams of pure white light shot out of the ravine in a moving fan of brilliance.
I was staring toward the towers of downtown until my girlfriend said, "Dodger game tonight."
I turned my head, the light show hit me, and I smiled. The boys in blue have started up another season. It's almost summer. Time to buy some upper deck tickets and wolf down a Dodger dog or two.
...and I don't even like baseball that much.
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Work sucked but you gotta do what you gotta do right. I'm saving up to have my car all fixed up and running right. It's nothing too serious I don't think, but you never know.
I smell like Ylang Ylang and Mirh...yum.