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that's it, that's all, that's everything

Phillies lose 7-3 to the hated Yankees. The fix was in. Agony of repeated misfires by Phillies offense and repeated blows by Gojira increased by horrible live music at Shooter's. Would have been fine if the guy had just played his guitar, but no, he had to open his mouth and sing horribly. Many popular hits were butchered. *cue Cracker's "Teen Angst" here*
P dropped by briefly but didn't stay for the whole miserable experience (wise of her) but since the Sportage has either a dead fuel pump or a busted/slipped timing chain this meant that I had to walk home as the game ended ~2330 and the next bus eastbound on Duke didn't come by until 0020 or so. I made it, though I had to stop a couple times and catch my breath/give my back a rest. I don't think I've done this much walking in one outing in months, maybe years. Carlos will be coming by tomorrow with a friend to tow the Sportage to the Texaco he works at so he can see what the deal is; either way, it's going to hurt.

UPDATE QOTW: "I hate the Yankees more than I hate baseball itself." - R. Seastrom

UPDATE II "The World Series finally ended. The Yankees won, but the Scorekeeper is going to ignore the Teacher Says Every Time The Yankees Win A Cute Little Puppy Dies rule, and instead the Scorekeeper applies the Winter Baseball Belongs In Latin America rule. EVIL." -Don Surber