Last night, in what stood to be the greatest sports night of my life, my Phillies took a 2-2 tie into the bottom of the 6th with a chance to win the Series. That was about 15 hours ago. In 30 hours, the situation will be precisely the same. I know what you're thinking:
Wow, somebody's fouling off a LOT of pitches!
Nope, not exactly. A game that began in rain, and was being played in ridiculous rain, and then finally suspended in equally ridiculous rain is now going to be stopped for at least 2 days. I might be 3 innings away from a championship I never thought I'd see. Or maybe 3 1/2 innings away from blowing an incredible opportunity but having 2 chances left. And in the meantime, I'm. . . I don't know what I am, other than filled with emotional turmoil and not sure what to do or try to concentrate on.
So here, have a worthless blog. It's about as much as I can expect out of myself right now, in the 45 or so hours in between the top and bottom of the 6th of game 5. Wow.
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I suppose it requires an experiment, but maybe high heels and a miniskirt would provide some clarity. Should you wear them until the series is over? Perhaps it's just the sort of pixy-dust your Phillies need?
Who's to say that it would be an experiment?
Just had a horrid flashback:
When I used to work at Kroger..this was my first or second week out of training..I was working the last bagger shift and was clearing the parking lot one night and some DUDE walks out in a tight shirt, denim miniskirt, and high heels. He had a purse, too.
I also saw him almost every week between then and when I quit..but he then wore tshirt and jeans.
Every time I saw the guy..I kept getting that horrid picture in my brain.
See, what did I tell you?
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