Take Me Out To The Ballgame
Uggh. It’s like 70-perfect degrees outside and I’m inside. The only windows my office has are made by Microsoft and I’ve reported on all the cases I can report on and moved on all the cases I can move on. I’m damn near done with my iced coffee from Starfucks and still have over an hour to go before quittin’ time. What to do? What to do?
I’m done reading the intarweb and am sorely tempted to start reading my Al Gore book. Unfortunately, in spite of the fact that every attorney’s ‘puter screen is showing ESPN or the New York Times or some other non-work related trifle, I think that popping open a book would be frowned upon. Not that I’m complaining.
My boss told me that the firm evidently has passes for both the Metropolitan Athletic Club and the New York Highlanders. When asked which organization has my loyalty, I politely demurred comment. I believe my boss is a Mets man anyway. Look, I tried being a Mets fan. It did not work. I’m a Redskins fan, which is all the heartbreak that I can take in any given year. The Mets are the Mets, which means that as amazin’ as they are, they’ll shut down in August, finishing a respectable second in the division and narrowly miss the Wild Card by two games.
Don’t get me wrong. I root for the Mets, I think they’re great. But I have no loyalty to them. The same goes for the Yankees, whom I’ll root for as well. My previous attitude towards the Yankees/Red Sox rivalry stands. I don’t really care who wins because, in the end, any Boston/New York game involves nine innings of the best baseball in the world. I love seeing the Evil Empire get defeated and I like seeing an underdog win and I love seeing a cursed team lose.
Truth be told, there aren’t many teams I hold grudges against. I don’t like the O’s because of Peter Angelos and won’t root for them. I don’t like the Giants because of Barry Bonds and I wish ill on him and his career. And I still don’t think that the Chicago White Sox deserved to win the World Series. I don’t think they ever deserve to win it.
Well, back to work. I have to straighten out my cube a bit more. That’s right. I’m a cube jockey. Wanna make sumethin’ of it?
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