Baseball is pretty fucking weird.
“Makes your fastball much faster. At least it looks much faster.”
“High five-ball centerfield. Two runs out of three in the last seven games. Two-two!”
There’s nothing wrong with the commentators’ enthusiasm about the game, only nothing makes any sense.
“The tenth time the Yankees have gone back-to-back this season. That goes flying and Eamon goes hanging.”
“Near the grass on the line and away.”
Or while doing it, your teammate “steals” a goal while you’re preparing to shoot.
You should of course, see the warning signs from distance. Literally. When too many chubby people wear mirrored sport-shaped shades slicked to their steroid faces, it's sports’ way of yelling that absolutely nothing good can ever come from this.
Suddenly the commentator loses it completely when someone hits a homerun and actually talks as to the ball.
“There it goes – wooooho – SEE YA!!”
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