A letter to Red Sox fans
Oct. 21st, 2004 12:13 amLowell House, on the Feast of St. Paul of the Cross
Dear Red Sox fans,
You are insane. No, I'm not a Yankees fan (even though I'm from New York). No, I didn't watch the game, so technically I don't know the results. Nevertheless, because you are all crazy and should be committed, I could still infer the outcome of tonight's game! Please. No game is worth ringing the atonal Lowell bells at midnight and startling all the people who don't watch baseball (yes, they do exist) like my roommate and me.
The bells are loud, and while they are amusing on Sunday afternoons, they are not amusing on the eve before your first physics midterm for which you have not studied sufficiently. They become less amusing when you feel increasingly sure that you're not going to do well on the exam either. They become downright unfunny when you are sleep-deprived and want nothing better than to sleep in five minutes!
We could hear the whooping from our third-floor window. Augh! I'm sorry, but it's just a stupid sport! It's not worth all this excitement! And who cares if every one of my professors (with the possible exception of Prof. Marcus, who is inflicting the exam on us tomorrow), every one of my classmates (with the exception of New Yorkers), every one of my TFs (again, with the exception of New Yorkers) is a Sox fan? I certainly don't. Historical moment or not, it's just hitting a ball with a stick and running around in circles. Get over it.
Okay, maybe the vitriol was a little over the top. Apologies to all the diehard baseball fans on the friends list. But frankly, I'm stressed out and tired, and I really don't understand what all the fuss is about. The only sport worth watching is soccer anyway. (대한민국!)
Yours &c.
Dear Red Sox fans,
You are insane. No, I'm not a Yankees fan (even though I'm from New York). No, I didn't watch the game, so technically I don't know the results. Nevertheless, because you are all crazy and should be committed, I could still infer the outcome of tonight's game! Please. No game is worth ringing the atonal Lowell bells at midnight and startling all the people who don't watch baseball (yes, they do exist) like my roommate and me.
The bells are loud, and while they are amusing on Sunday afternoons, they are not amusing on the eve before your first physics midterm for which you have not studied sufficiently. They become less amusing when you feel increasingly sure that you're not going to do well on the exam either. They become downright unfunny when you are sleep-deprived and want nothing better than to sleep in five minutes!
We could hear the whooping from our third-floor window. Augh! I'm sorry, but it's just a stupid sport! It's not worth all this excitement! And who cares if every one of my professors (with the possible exception of Prof. Marcus, who is inflicting the exam on us tomorrow), every one of my classmates (with the exception of New Yorkers), every one of my TFs (again, with the exception of New Yorkers) is a Sox fan? I certainly don't. Historical moment or not, it's just hitting a ball with a stick and running around in circles. Get over it.
Okay, maybe the vitriol was a little over the top. Apologies to all the diehard baseball fans on the friends list. But frankly, I'm stressed out and tired, and I really don't understand what all the fuss is about. The only sport worth watching is soccer anyway. (대한민국!)
Yours &c.
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Date: 2004-10-20 09:42 pm (UTC)I cry. It was so painful to watch that last game though. Man.
O.o
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Date: 2004-10-21 08:01 am (UTC)And yea, baseball isn't all that interesting anyway...
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Date: 2004-10-22 01:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-21 11:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-22 01:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-21 02:53 pm (UTC)^.^ Everyone in my office is sulking.
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Date: 2004-10-22 01:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-22 07:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-22 01:52 pm (UTC)Pls. tell me the episode last Friday Nov. 26. on Lovers in Paris
Date: 2004-11-27 07:47 pm (UTC)