The World Series is upon us. and, as much as I wish my beloved Red Sox are in, I was stupid enough to put some sort of confidence in the Detroit Tigers.
Perhaps, it was wrong for me to be enticed by a roster that consisted of players by the likes of Carlos Guillen and Ramon Santiago. In fact, with a names like that, the roster looks like a character list from a romance novel.
The main reason, I've chosen to root for the Tigers is plain and simple. I hate the town of St. Louis.
St. Louis is the ultimate stink town, full of jerks and a big, stupid arch.
I remember when I went to elementary school, I had a best friend, and his family was from St. Louis.
so I gave St. Louis the benefit of the doubt because that family was nice to me.
but now I don't talk to that family, and I don't care for St. Louis at all.
I hear that only poor people live there, and they drink beer instead of brandy.
gross.
There are some things that have recently happened that put me in a good mood.
case in point, the Itallian Chicken Sandwich has returned to Burger King.
I was trying to lose weight, but when they dangle a sandwich like this in front of me, I'm completely forgetting about my newly acquired treadmill.
In fact, in a perfect world, I would be able to eat fifty-eight Itallian Chicken Sandwiches a day.
it wouldn't matter how much I weigh because I would still have the respect and admiration of my parents.
and I'd still be skinnier than Oprah.
Marge.
you're breaking my heart.
