I am terrified that if I project even the slightest bit of excitement, happiness or general contentment into the universe, the universe will respond by promptly crapping all over it. We've won
If the Minnesota Twins team had a conversation with us right now, I imagine it would be something like this:
Minnesota Twins: Hey Those Girls!
Those Girls: Oh. Hi.
Minnesota Twins: Guess what?! We're, like, totally awesome right now.
Those Girls: You don't say.
Minnesota Twins: Yeah! We've won nine baseball games in a row!
Those Girls: Oh, is it baseball season? We hadn't noticed. The early rounds of Wimbledon are on.
Minnesota Twins: Oh...Kay. Um...we're pretty adorable too, you know. Well, some of us are, anyway. You should pay attention to us and our adorableness. Some fawning would be great right now....
Those Girls: Look! Euro Cup is on ESPN2!
Minnesota Twins: We hit homeruns all over Petco Park and everything! We made the Pads our bitches!
Those Girls: *Ahem* You mean "Padres."
Minnesota Twins: Oh yeah. Right. Don't you love how fantastic Brian Buscher's been? I bet you girls were cheering SO loud!
Those Girls: Shh! The NBA Draft is on.
Minnesota Twins: Wait a minute....You hate the NBA Draft.
And so it goes. I try my best to not draw the universe's attention to how
In other news, I would have gladly paid up to $8.75 to watch the Chacon grudematch in Houston.