And the 4th, too, I guess.
Hooray! I actually have tickets to the game both today and tomorrow. Gives me a chance to see that Biggio character in person with his fancy 3000 hits and all. Roy O is on the mound, throwing heat and slurves and I get to boo Ryan Howard, Jimmy Rollins and Chase Utley until they cry like little bitches or slap me with a foul ball somewhere around the fifth inning. At that point, I have a good story either way.
My partner in crime is Sideshow this evening, a hyper kind of fellow who has made an open mic appearance here at the Meche. I believe we will be flask in hand and attending the game by light rail today, the best way to go. Houston's bum exchange program is definitely the best way to travel to the game, even if this city is designed to never have fear of lacking parking space. Besides, you have to try riding a rail with only one line. It's worth a laugh to see the map.
This Independence Day seems like a more festive one than usual. It's not that we are proud of the way things have been shaping up for the good ol' US, but rather a good move buy the marketers. Typical holiday by holiday capitalism at its finest.
I don't really have a problem with that, as long as it is in a fashion other than cheesily waving a flag or standing pat for the seventh inning stretch while Toby Keith rocks out a replay of the anthem followed by G-d Bless America followed by an extra long version of Deep in the Heart of Texas. In fact, this might be a day when I'm proud to be an American because we do something the way the Europeans and the Canadians do. A holiday comes and we party our asses off in relaxed environments, going to games, slamming hot dogs, attending barbecues later and downing cheap beer like it's oing out of style (and it's definitely not).
So the president stinks and Congress is a sham and the judiciary acts like it wants to get out of session early. So what? America is stronger than that. We must stand as one bong rip, under keg stand, with in partying and nakedness for all. Take that, terrorists.