….because I am Immature……I Almost Crashed My Car

Driving home from one of my mommy-clubs, listening to the Braves Game on the radio I heard one of those classic moments of a color announcer who can’t stop talking.
“He’s got this thing in his groin he’s trying to play with.”

That is now a close second to one of my favorite phrases which is from basketball….”He’s going to the sideline for a much needed blow.”

Man……who’s got THAT job? And what does it pay?

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I am a transplanted Hoosier who resides in the Atlanta metro area. I'm a die hard Colts fan and as far as I'm concerned you aren't a fan unless you suffered through Jeff George as a quarterback. I'll give you a pass if you weren't born yet, but mostly if you weren't standing beside the highway cheering the Mayflower trucks into town on the night we stole that team, well then you aren't a fan. Additionally I think that wearing a pink jersey is a brilliant way to pwn an opposing team's player. If you pick your fantasy team based on uniform color or a players "Hot Butt" - well I'm sorry you may not sit with me during games. I only speak dead languages fluently and I like to wear things that make no sense.

2 Replies to ….because I am Immature……I Almost Crashed My Car

  1. I'm just guessing here, but isn't that what the cheerleaders are for?

    (That might have been the least feminist thing I have ever said.)

  2. Gidge says:

    File it under "post feminist sarcasm" and we're covered.

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