Lovin' the Yanks.

While I watch the Yanks take bat against the Nats I have been banished to the back of the house. Apparently, I sound like a moron rooting for the boys of summer, but..

Here's what I have to say. I might be the only baseball fan in the house, but at least I have respectable ways of destressing. I love to yell and the TV and act like a twelve year old from time to time. Not to mention, blogging from the Crackberry while seeing my team (which I don't get every game because I'm out of network). And...it all makes me forget about the new layer of hell I've found. Heh, Dante didn't get them all.

I could just go to the bar, but that action would require having one in town. Yellin' at my TV is cheaper anyway.

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