Jesus Just Left Chicago

Every time I see someone throwing a ceremonial first pitch I like to envision myself doing it. I like to think I would play it up right. I would definately wear an old baby blue Expos jersey with Bill 'Spaceman' Lee's number 37. I would have a big wad of chaw in my mouth and look off the invisible runner on first before letting loose a big spit. I would then turn back to home, wind up high and slow, and unleash a split seamer right down the pipe. The crowd goes nuts, the girls swoon, and I faint because chewing tabacco makes me nauseous. The end.
Here is the song that this post was really just context for:
Pace out.
1 Comments:
I love it Pacey. Keep up the good work. As I was reading your post I knew you would never be able to make through a big league chew with out decorating the infield. Not to be confused with the Outfield. I don't want to lose your love tonight...oh no..
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