lunchtime d-bags
funny thing happened this afternoon as i walked around during lunch. on my way to subway, i noted a bunch of people in cubs jerseys. (that's not the funny part, but is related). my office is located in a place called station square which was an attempt at creating a downtown mall out of a cool old space. this use to be the train station for the south side of pittsburgh, so the building was converted to have retail on the ground floor and then a modest office tower of 7 floors was added. it supposedly was cool when it first opened, but in my opinion its devolved into a sad mix of hunt valley mall circa 1997 and baltimore's market place station. dead space during the day, trashy nightlife spot for the suburbians that go into the city for a good time.
part of this complex is a sheraton hotel. which, i guess is nice. it's a sheraton which aren't exactly the best but certainly not the worst. it's downtown and has a good view of the city. so when teams come to town you see a lot of people wearing their jerseys walking this sad little space.
so, i'm walking behind these two total dusches. knowing the place, i figure that they're just getting a jump on that panty sniffing that goes on later in the day here. long sleeve shirts unbuttoned to show some chest fuzz. heads turning to look at just about every female in the joint. it just so happens that we turn a corner and a family of cubs fans start gushing.
holy shit. i'm walking behind some pro ball players. its their second baseman and a starting pitcher. i don't know who the fuck they were and in all honesty, it took me about 5 minutes to scrounge around the cubs website to find them.
what's happened to me? i used to love baseball. i still love the idea of it, but i'm just not into as much. i don't follow shit anymore aside from a little bit of bonds chasing and any updates i may read at F&J.
regardless, if i still were into it, i'd not know who these fucks were. blame it on not ever really being into the NL, blame it on the fact that its hard to recognize people out of context, blame on what you will.
posted by Buck Super Stereo @ 1:25 PM
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2 Comments:
Sounds like the time you smooth-talked yankee legend, pat kelly, outside of Kauffman with this gem: "Nice watch, Pat."
This story reminds me of watching whole loads of fatty yankee fans with a-rod t-shirts getting on the light rail. It's like oh no, I've seen the devil, and he is me.
Speaking of local flavor, I'm happy to report that the new die hard, which strictly adheres to the con-air laws of physics, is pretty decent. Much improved over 3, not in the same company as the 2 classics, but enjoyable.
But back to the local flavor. There is a sequence with a fighter jet attacking a big rig on 895. And in a nod to Charm City the filmmakers have Marty Bass as the pilot. Only locals will get the joke, but it's a hoot. How badly do you wish this was true?
how can you say that 3 needed improvement? simple simon with that brain teasing water bottle trick? hippykaya that, motherfucker. that's fuck bulsh.
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