The tragedies of the "Nomah" syndrome
I went to a Red Sox game last night. Not of my own accord you see, it's just Steve had the tickets and it meant a lot to him, and he wouldn't go alone. Sue at work said it was cool, even suggested he ask me and said they didn't need me for the night. The tickets weren't cheap, I felt bad, went in with him. It was kinda fun. Not enough to make me a sports fan. By far. But it was a pretty good time I suppose. Better than sitting around.
So I don't know who i wanted to die harder though: the kid next to me screaming "Go Nomahhhh" or the guy diagonally in front of me screaming 'Go NomaaaaarrrRRRRRR" overemphasizing the r's due to a state of drunkeness. Anyway, yeah, that's about my night.
Whooo. I get a $20 paycheck next week. Boy howdy. poop...
So I don't know who i wanted to die harder though: the kid next to me screaming "Go Nomahhhh" or the guy diagonally in front of me screaming 'Go NomaaaaarrrRRRRRR" overemphasizing the r's due to a state of drunkeness. Anyway, yeah, that's about my night.
Whooo. I get a $20 paycheck next week. Boy howdy. poop...