The Curse
"It was actually happening. The nerd was kissing the homecoming queen. Paper was beating scissors; scissors were beating rock. Charlie Brown was kicking the football. The Red Sox were beating the Yankees for the American League pennant."
and oh yeah, did they! who's your daddy now, jeter? let's see you smirk through that!
i think the only way last night's sox victory over the yanks could have been sweeter is if A-Rod had run crying from yankee stadium flailing his arms like a little girl (and later claiming, "no! that's just how i run!")
hah hah hah! nanny-nanny-boo-boo! the red sox beat the yankees!
but last night was even better than that. two curses were lifted.
the first curse, the curse of the bambino, that's serious mojo. but derek lowe and david ortiz and johnny damon put that ghost in a pine box and stuck it in the ground. sleep well, bambino.
and the second curse was lifted when madhavi, sitting across from in the lone palm, drinking to celebrate the victory, gave me a ring.
yeah. i'm wearing an engagement ring now. on my finger. a ring on my finger.
why, you ask, is that a curse lifted?
because i was that nerd dreaming of the homecoming queen. because i spent years and years and years telling myself, one of these days -- just be patient -- someone is going to come along.
thirty-two years is a long time to wait. a long time to try and remain patient and optimistic. and when things fell apart with madhavi two years ago, it was low low low. it was three games back in a four game series to the yanks! it was such a long shot to even think about ever coming back, to dream about one day being the one yelling and cheering and pouring champagne.
well, i am. i'm a boston boy and just like the sox i've come from behind, from longer odds than could be believed, proving all the pundits wrong, to win. and to not just win, but to kick ass.
hah hah hah! nanny-nanny-boo-boo! i'm engaged to the woman of my dreams!
curse of the bambino my arse.
so i'm in a damn fine mood today. i got my red socks on. i got a ring on my finger. i got the world on a string.
so you're saying that life is like sports today?
in that case, i'm gonna play some lacrosse in my cubicle.
well, that's all fine and romantic and all, and i'm happy for you, but fuck baseball. seriously.
don't forget to wear your cup.
fine. but see how i am when you blather on about basketball.
in the words of kirsten dunst, "bring it on."
oh. it's been broughten.
sports ARE lame, but quoting kirsten dunst is lamer.
i was telling xz that i decided to put a roof on my cubicle & play racquetball instead of lacrosse, using the cup as eye & nose protection.