04 August 2006

4 playing the field


we took the free tickets. we donned some HUGE sunglasses. we boarded the crowded train. we found the upper deck. we kicked the squatters from our seats. we clapped. we groaned. we solved the mystery of the scoreboard. we were quite nearly impaled by a foul ball. shortly after, we squeezed together rather awkwardly so- in case of our unfortunate deaths by 225 m.p.h. ball- there would be photographic proof we were, in fact, enjoying the game. we watched the dread pirates kill the cubby bears. not really caring either way, we went happily home. the lazy days of summer officially end here. bring on the fall.

4 comments:

Bombsy said...

And we looked damn good doing it.

Les Savy Ferd said...

not to be snooty but I'm not quite sure 'impaled' is the verb you're looking for. However it makes your line infinitely more humorous when you do use it. Maybe 'conked' doesn't quite capture the sheer velocity of a foul ball's death-dealing ability. and suddenly I'm arguing against myself.

oline said...

did hesitate over that one. but concluded- much like the 700 mile vibrator of last night- that the velocity of the 225 m.p.h. fast ball would have so expanded the thing that it would have lodged within both of us and we would have been impaled. or it would have been like the magic bullet and impaled me then bounced forth to impale the bombshell. either way, impalement did seem the best means of conveying the death-dealing ability than bonked, banged, or kerplunked. glad you argued your way round to it.

Les Savy Ferd said...

i am nothing if not my own best contradiction. that line reads like bad emocore. Anyone from Atlantic or Columbia read that and want me to sign? I can sing, honest. And I'm adorable.