Baseball takes us back to a time before you had to worry about Ahhkmad turning your commercial flight into a missle and flying into a building. Tkes you back to a time where if Ahkmad lived in your neighborhood that you could give him a dirty fucking beating and when the popo arrived they would see that you had just destroyed a muslim, they would wave to ya, tip there cap atcha and carry on. Therefore I watch the game on my porch and the MS. brings me an extra large glass pitcha' of Old Tyme Lemonade. In between innings I reminisce about my grandad who used to collect rocks all day while his older brothers were in school, that way when they fought Greeks after school they had plenty of ammo, only I wish it were Arabs and they used guns. :cryingcry
