Sitting on the porch last night...
Me: "Have you checked out that Two-Four guy's blog? He's got a great essay on the '91 Series. Damn, that was the best World Series ever. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember that season like it was yesterday. I remember where I was sitting and what I was wearing when the Dodgers lost and the Braves clinched the pennant that year. I was sipping margueritas on the patio at the Buckhead Taco Mac's, about to go to Oxford Books across the street... God, the whole city was just giddy for weeks."
Gunsmith Bob: "How far back were the Braves at the All-Star break that year?"
M: "I don't know. A long way."
GB: "I think they were twelve and a half games out of first. Do you know why I want them to come from behind and win the division this year?"
GB: "Because it would just absolutely crush the hopes and dreams of Mets fans for generations to come. They'd never recover."
M: (Mentally picturing a gum-chomping Bobby Valentine) "How could anybody be a Mets fan?"
GB: (Sighing) "Y'know, Tam, you could ask me 'How could anybody be a...' and just leave it blank, and I could think of seventy or more things I just wouldn't understand. Like 'How could anybody be a Democrat?'"
*Contemplative pause as the sunset turns really pretty for a bit...*
M: "Most Mets fans are probably Democrats."
GB: "Oh, definitely! All of 'em are. And probably gay, too. And bottoms. And they like Ted Kennedy. And I just don't get any of that."
M: "They're probably all from Canada, too."
M: "...and they probably wish they had an American League team so they could have a designated hitter!"
GB: "Whoah, there! Don't talk blasphemy, now!"