withoutcanseco
10-26-2005, 08:17 AM
maybe LoveDog and I were meant to leave the bar in inning 13 tonight. All I can remember is getting into my car to: "the sox lead 7 to 5 after 13 and a half innings."
then i remember Uribe making error number 2.
then i remmeber Uribe making out number 3 in the longest world series game in history.
all I have to say is:
I thank Charlie, who hugged me when I was at my lowest tonight at oh and four. and who didn't judge, and who said, "it's going to be okay." ...I think he knew exactly what I was going through.
I thank Luke.
I thank Mike Milander.
I thank E.Haase.
I thank LoveDog, for just hanging with me no matter what. What's the deal with how awesome this guy is, anyways?
Most of all I'd like to thank Victor Ladis Schultz for reminding me what it means to be a White Sox fan, and for defending me against all the shit I've gotten over the last couple of years (he knows what I mean). And when not defending me, for making me true to myself. It will never be forgotten, and my hat will always be tipped in your direction on every one of my...of OUR team's wins. YOU above all else will never be forgotten.
I thank Kirsten.
I thank Hotfoot.
I thank Hotfoot's cutie indie rock girlfriend from some other state, from what I could gather.
I thank Roy, because he's brown, and because he ripped on me for not liking Prefuse 73.
I thank Amy, who never rememebers me, but who I'm sure I've had drunken conversations with dozens of times.
I thank Josh, because I kinda do like Oasis.
I thank Josh's hot brunette girlfriend whose name I can never remember but I think it's Elizabeth all the time. I hope I'm right...if not, I blame it on marijuana.
I thank Jason, owner of the Long Room aka "the 2nd most dangerous bar in Chicago.
I thank all of the above, because even if we don't win (and we will), tonight's game will be the most memorable in my heart, and it will always bring a tear to my weary eye.
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then i remember Uribe making error number 2.
then i remmeber Uribe making out number 3 in the longest world series game in history.
all I have to say is:
I thank Charlie, who hugged me when I was at my lowest tonight at oh and four. and who didn't judge, and who said, "it's going to be okay." ...I think he knew exactly what I was going through.
I thank Luke.
I thank Mike Milander.
I thank E.Haase.
I thank LoveDog, for just hanging with me no matter what. What's the deal with how awesome this guy is, anyways?
Most of all I'd like to thank Victor Ladis Schultz for reminding me what it means to be a White Sox fan, and for defending me against all the shit I've gotten over the last couple of years (he knows what I mean). And when not defending me, for making me true to myself. It will never be forgotten, and my hat will always be tipped in your direction on every one of my...of OUR team's wins. YOU above all else will never be forgotten.
I thank Kirsten.
I thank Hotfoot.
I thank Hotfoot's cutie indie rock girlfriend from some other state, from what I could gather.
I thank Roy, because he's brown, and because he ripped on me for not liking Prefuse 73.
I thank Amy, who never rememebers me, but who I'm sure I've had drunken conversations with dozens of times.
I thank Josh, because I kinda do like Oasis.
I thank Josh's hot brunette girlfriend whose name I can never remember but I think it's Elizabeth all the time. I hope I'm right...if not, I blame it on marijuana.
I thank Jason, owner of the Long Room aka "the 2nd most dangerous bar in Chicago.
I thank all of the above, because even if we don't win (and we will), tonight's game will be the most memorable in my heart, and it will always bring a tear to my weary eye.
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