Here is an analysis of Game Seven between the Mets and the Cardinals offered by the man on my subway car this morning, most definitely high:
The Mexicans won't shut up about that fucking catch. It's like when a man approaches you sexually. You still have to go back to Mexico. And you still lost three games to four. [begins clapping and dancing] I'm gonna shake it. I'm gonna break it. Come on, let's get excited. Woo!
It's a great day. Don't look him in the eye, baby. Bye girls, I love you. I love those girls.
Here's to 2008, boys. Mexicans be damned.
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