Wednesday, May 12, 2004

To the Victors

If you get free tickets to great seats at a game where you eat well, drink well, laugh well, sit comfortably, get to blog and to marvel at this lovely city’s skyline, where you are warm and can bask in the company of a good friend and the enthusiasm of an energetic boy, where everything goes right except that the home team loses -

- this is what you get.  Now don’t get in my way.  I’m moping.

(I’m not really moping.  Jules told us to look sad because we were losing and the stadium was emptying out and the seagulls were blatantly scavenging among the sparsely-occupied seats.  But actually I had a great time.  When I mope, I tend to wear a lot of mardi gras beads and olive oil.  And not much else.  It’s the way of my people.  My shiny spangled mopey people.  Now you know why we don’t do family reunions.)