Friday Night is for Pizza, Motorhead and Erasmo gotta keep the ball low in the zone...

All brilliant men are lost in the veins of history. The quote seemed to linger in my mind today as the sweat dripped off my forehead and into my eyelids. AC was out. Damn. Here in Florida this was virtually impossible to live without. Strawberry absolutely refused to jump in the car and I cut down on my cigarettes yet increased the whiskey intake. Life finds a way.
Ubering for the night was out of the question for now, so I needed to make some money in order to fix this little AC issue. No one wants to ride in an oven on four wheels.
"Try this one," Strawberry told me earlier in the day.
I went to this little office out in Brandon. For some reason, I always end up out here.
The problem with wearing a tie to this little interview was I'd be sweating liters of water prior to entering. Fuck it. Gotta try right? If you never try, you die.
I opened the door into the cubical zoo.
A cute girl answered who was no older than twenty years of age and seemed to have three inches of makeup to hide her face from the world or painting it to beauty.
"Hello there, I am here for an interview,"
She seemed disturbed by all of the sweat.
"Oh, okay. Hang on, let me call HR," she replied.
The office was stained with Tampa's finest. Women in tank tops with tattoos, older men squinting at the screen and their potbellies adding an extra distance from the torso to the desk and one stunning looking woman approaches me.
Uh oh.
"You must be..." she began.
"Yes, that's me,"
We shook hands and went into the little conference room. On the wall was a photo of an old dude with a date. Probably dead.
"So we are..." she began.
My mind ran astray. Erasmo was going tonight against Severino and this series was crucial.
"And..."
What is critical for Erasmo tonight is pound the lower part of the zone and be extra careful when pitching to Aaron Judge. A monster. Good thing Odo is missing this weekend. These Yankee hitters love the upper part of the zone.
"But..."
I honestly believe this series can be a very critical point in this season. If the Rays want to claw back into the standings, they need to take two outta three. PERIOD.
"So..."
Also this weekend, we need a lot of production out from Longo, D-Rob, Rasmus, KK, D-Nor and Souza. Our pen needs to be extra on it because this lineup is fire. STILL the last series they played in Tampa Bay, they get mauled and humiliated. Tanake walked out axed. Looking extra at this newly acquired Michael Martinez. Brad Miller to DL. Meh, not that bummed about it. He is sloppy at 2B and he strikes out at a crazy rate. His power has decreased but walks a lot. It will probably do him some good.
"Are you..."
Ramos took BP today. YES. PLEASE COME BACK SOON. This Tim Beckham and Brad Miller combo has got to go.
"Excuse..."
I just really wanted them to win. This feels like a playoff game.
"Yes, I will, absolutely will," I replied emphatically.
What did she just say?
"That's great!" she replied.
Checking back in.
The thing with job interviews I learned over the years (I could reelem' and dealem') just feed them a bunch of bullshit, sprinkle it in with euphemisms (makes you sound intelligent) and try to relate to the interviewer. For the most part, they were rarely qualified to give them but the key is find their weakness and exploit them. You'll have them at your mercy and hand gesturing plays into this too. Psychology can be learned on the streets or in your car (in my case).
"Great, we think we like what we see," she concluded.
I barely spoke but seemed to hit every spot in the zone, just like the way Erasmo, Andriese and Archer are going to do this weekend.
"Cool,"
I went to 7-11 and bought a French merlot from the Provence region and warmed up even more.