Children are fomites. My neices and nephews are fomites. Everytime I see them I get sick. Fomites. With legs. And cute.
The Mariners f'd me yesterday. I had my season tickets to the White Sox game at 7 pm. I checked ESPN at 2 pm and noticed that the game was in the 4th inning. What the hell, I exclaimed. Apparently the game was rescheduled. Since I have been out of town, I missed the last several games and didn't know about the reschedule. Whatever, I was pissed. I buy season tickets so I can see the best games with the best teams. And the ChiSox are my favorite team outside of Seattle. Anyway. I was pissed.
Have you seen the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale? That scene where Bond is naked on a chair getting his balls smashed by Le Chiffre? What the hell??? That scene is very strangely erotic, as sick as it is...
Anyway, back to baseball. I started getting sick about halfway through the morning. I felt a tickle in my throat. I knew it was getting worse when the organ meats expanded and the cold chills came around noon. The screen was blurry, but I was going to that game come hell or high water. Then I find out the game is bust. Pissed off. Relieved but pissed off. And all for going to Boston early to play a doubleheader. Which, based on the scoreboard today...
They didn't play.
So thank you M's for going to Boston and not doing the doubleheader and fucking me out of my game with the ChiSox...
I will always check the schedule every game from here on out.
