Son of a BITCH! I

Son of a BITCH!

I have rarely been so jealous in my entire life. I can feel my neck tensing up... My good friend the oddgirl is going to game three tomorrow. The lucky god damn friggin' err..grrr grumble.

Me? I have to go to the fucking Beer Hunter. Yes, you read that right. The Beer Hunter. It's a big ass sports bar with 57 TV's and oozes so much straight guy testosterone it sticks to your shoes. I don't get FOX on my Sat dish here in the friggin sticks (yes, I have bitched and bitched to DirecTV to no avail) so I have to drive 10 miles to sports bar hell to watch the game(s). And to pour salt on the wound - I'm in Angel country. Even though the only reason these people are Angel fans is because the Dodgers are big fat losers and they'll root for any team as long as it's not the Giants.

Last night I was one of four - yes, count them, four - Giants fans in the whole place.

You go Oddgirl. Enjoy yourself. Have some fucking garlic fries for me. I love ya, but you're lucky I'm not close enough to kidnap you and roll you for those damn tickets.