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S and I were walking home from Mao's Kitchen where he left our favorite waitress a 50% tip to make up for the dweebs next to us who were about to stiff her. We passed by an open doorway with a guy pacing in and out of it. He invites us in to watch the bottom of the 9th in the Yankees - Red Sox game. He even offers us a beer to split (we live in Venice, everyone's broke), which we decline since I'm sick and S doesn't drink.
We watch the last few minutes of - what even I understand to be - a moment in baseball history. We have met a neighbor, a baseball fan in a tie-dyed t-shirt who was born and raised in Boston - whooping and hollering to the baseball game on a rainy Wednesday night.
I <3 Venice.
And now, I'm off to study some more.
We watch the last few minutes of - what even I understand to be - a moment in baseball history. We have met a neighbor, a baseball fan in a tie-dyed t-shirt who was born and raised in Boston - whooping and hollering to the baseball game on a rainy Wednesday night.
I <3 Venice.
And now, I'm off to study some more.