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the world series seemed, at first, like just another excuse to drink beer, make t-shirts, and have crushes on boys. kaitlin and i walked to danny's, announced to the bartender "we're here to watch the sox game. we're big fans" and he replied "...good for you" and got us a pitcher. there we were: table right in front of the tv, two mugs of MGD and a packet of big league chew.
we were ready to fake-fan our way through game three.
but then we started recognizing the players by face...and started really caring whether or not they struck out or hit somebody home...and then we found ourselves yelling at the tv, and running to the bathroom during commercial breaks so we wouldn't miss anything, and rallying with the bartender (who turned out to be a lifelong sox fan) and annoying all the other patrons...and then we raised our glasses to the sox and immediately afterward crede hit his home run and we were so totally done for. kaitlin looked at me in wonderment and exclaimed "markel...we've got the MAGIC!"
WE SHOWED UP AS JACKASSES...WE LEFT AS FANS.
longest world series game in history. we had to leave the bar at midnight because it was closing.
"oh my god, who's up? is that podsednik?"
"yeah. (pause) he looks like such a tender lover."
i got a text from larry at 12:15am that said "still hanging in there sox fans?" i texted him back at 1:00 exactly, saying "us diehards don't sleep until the sox dominate" and then promptly fell asleep. WHOOPS. but you guys! SOMEHOW THE SOX DID IT WITHOUT ME! and sldkjflks buehrle pitched the end of the game and i missed it! but i probably felt it in my dreams. and GAME FOUR TONIGHT THE SOX ARE GONNA KICK SOME AS-TRO
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♥ ♥ GARLAND!!
pss: sorry actual diehard baseball fans (hillaroo) but it just took us a long time to catch on!