yankees

Bburke used to, whenever he went to the city to catch a Yankees game, throw his money around to every homeless man on the street, feeling it was the right thing to do; except one time he did that and he got to the stadium and realized he didn__ have enough money for the Bud Light tall boy he always got during the third inning. And in him he felt an unyielding rise of contempt for the himself of only hours ago, that he was something and now is something and that they aren__ the same somethings. But that the change was Barmecidal and it was just him, this moneyless and beerless man in the bleachers. Man made in God__ image, yet some men are homeless and some are beerless, and there must be this big bearded guy miles and miles in the sky who doesn__ have a home and can__ even catch a buzz.

Sympathy is something that shouldn't be bestowed upon the Yankees. Apparently it angers them.

Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.

It ain't over 'til it's over.

Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you.__he sighed. __uch a romantic.

Who__ winning?___ don__ have a f*cking clue nor do I f*cking care.__cho__ head ticks back.__ack off, Beth._ I cross the room, drop a kiss on the curve of Echo__ neck and whisper in her ear, __he__ rip me to pieces, too, right now. She__ a b*tch when the Yankees play.__er eyebrows rise. __s she a Red Sox fan?__saiah chuckles and we both throw him a glare, but he doesn__ notice as he__ absorbed in a car manual.__eth hates baseball.__cho__ eyes dart from Beth to the television to me then she waves her hand in the air for an explanation.__he watches,_ I explain. __ankees only. It__ what she does and there are some things we don__ question about each other.___ust the Yankees?_ Echo whispers.__ust the Yankees,_ I repeat.__nd she hates baseball?___ith a passion.___hat__..._ Echo says in a hushed tone. __hat__ messed up.