Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Even though I work at VTB, I didn't know what to get our mutual love.
I would give you diamonds but you already have those. I would give you chocolates but the concession stands only sell red vines and ice cream sundaes in mini-helmets. I would give you intimate apparel but I don't know your cap size. So all I can offer you is my love and devotion. I love you baseball, because for all the suffering, you fill my life with endless joy and stubborn, continual hope.
With the Pats season over, the B's and C's falling into the toliet yet again, it is the worse time for Boston sports fans, but we do have Spring Training starting to take us away from the terrible winter. And it is snowing like a motherf$#@er. Thankfully, I'm heading to Mexico in 17 days. I'm not counting or anything.