Mike:
I know it's only June 12th and all and probably meaningless and most likely fleeting but, damn, I can't help but piss myself ovah it all.
Mike:
3 consecutive sweeps of the Yankees!? 8 and oh on the season!? Beating the Yanks in every way imaginable!?
Doug:
Absolutely. And who says you shouldn't drink heavily from the grail of meaningless and fleeting?
Doug:
I mean it's like being a strangah at a pahty and having the hottest chick there hit on you out of the blue.
Mike:
Seriously. This 8-0 run is like that but bettah — It's like getting hit on by the H-O-T-T chick and on the way back to her place she sheepishly confesses that she's a nympho.
Doug:
Evan bettah, you get back to her place and your making out and then her roommate comes in and the roommate is not only equally hawt-a-licious but is wearing nothing but a t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of your fave Red Sox blog.
Mike:
And then the two chicks ask if you get high and pass over a stash of B.C. skunk, all buds.
Doug:
And while your blazing up a forest the two nymphs staht to engage is some heavy girl on girl action while you watch mouth agape.
Mike:
And then there's a knock on the door and the roommate says, "Oh, can you get that? It' the pizza I ordered. Threesomes always make me wicked hungry," while giving you a salacious wink.
Doug:
So you to the door and open it and...
Mike:
It's not the pizza guy but Michael Felgah and he says, "Hey, Kid, what's going on out on the interwebs?"
Doug:
And you close the door and think, "Damn, this is some mofo Bob Mahley shit," as you head back to the girls to show them the original red bull.
Mike:
Exactly. Just. Like. That.
Mike:
Go Red Sox!
