My heart sank into my chest.
"What do you mean?"
Silence.
"You are great, we are great, I just don't know if you are going to give me what I want," she explains some more.
Truth be told, I wanted The Rays to make a run for October.
"Are you mad at me?" she moaned.
I didn't know what I felt.
"But baby,"
It was like inserting a verbal template into my brain. The words just came out automatically, but reality was I did not need her. Sure, we got along great and had fun and had wild crazy sex all over the place but were we truly in love and interconnected?
"I just think that..." she continued.
The fruits of solitude gave me a peace of mind not many other souls did. Day in, day out, I would have these bitter married couples come into my car from Ubering (they weren't all bitter though, just the majority) that seemed completely discontent with one another.
"And..." she said.
The scenario usually played out as so...the man seemed more content with what was blaring from the little screen in front of him and the woman was interested in my little story telling from various freaks and weirdos who crossed my path on a daily basis (or the roles swapped).
"So..." she cried.
There is always an exception! One couple came in who was madly in love. What made these two stick out? Understanding of one another.
"Okay?" she concluded.
"Okay,"
She pecked me on the cheek and left the crummy apartment off 7th Avenue in Ybor City. Would I ever see her again? The feeling that consumed me wasn't depression, loss nor happiness...simply unfathomable. Pondering this for a second, I walked down to the corner store, got a two liter of coke, a bottle of Jack Daniels and began gazing over the notes from this week thus far:
Sunday The Rays were still in hell. Hell nearly froze over and the rains poured down from the mortal world. Boston is awful. Andriese took to the mound against awkward lefty Drew Pomeranz. Key word of the day...OFFENSE. Top 1st. Longo sac flies a run. 1-0. Bottom 1st. Xander B. answers with a double 1-1. They ran off shithead somewhere in the 3rd or 4th. "Shoulder pain" or some weak ass euphemism. Beat it bubba. The game was close until the 9th. Rickie, Timmy, Jesus, KK and Souza put an end to any optimism in the Red Sox fan base and sent them home miserable...just like when they lost the Post Season last year and Lard Ass Ortiz was retired (crying). Good riddance puto! The pink uniforms for Mother's Day ignited the bats. Andriese went 5.0 IP 2 R 2 ER 5 K. That deserves a beer!
Monday into Cleveland. Chris Archer nearly imploded the first inning giving up six runs BUT The Rays battled back. Slowly but surely. KK got the offense going followed up with Brad Miller, Longo and Lomo. The only blemish was from Jumbo gave up a bomb to Lindor Fancisco that essentially put them ahead. Kudos for them battling through Andrew Miller and Cody Allen. Peter Bourjos homered off Allen putting us close at 7-8 but Allen used that curveball to put away D-Nor on a pop fly in foul territory. A well-fought loss. Archer did settle in and helped keep the pace. He took accountability for the walks and runs. Love you boo.
Tuesday...Odo against Salazar. Remember when we wrecked them in The Wild Card game? Shut out? Oh those days. No matter...Top 2nd Redneck Rasmus goes deep with that smooth swing on a fastball. Sup? Top 3rd. D-Norr and C-Dicks go back-to-back putting Rays up 3-0. Top 5th. C-Dicks goes DEEP again. MAMMOTH SHOT. Top 6th T-Bex goes deep 6-1. Kipnis added bottom 3rd. Bottom 6th. Edwin and Carlos Santana add on 6-4. Odo gettin' roughed up. Still the pen held their own and The Rays went on to win. YES!
"I am glad the pen did their job," Odo later confessed.
Me too playa.
Wednesday afternoon. Alex Cobb against Tomlin. Top 2nd. Jesus and C-Dicks put us up on the board. Top 3rd. Lomo hits a BOMB then T-Bex adds on. 6-0. Sup Ohio? Bottom 3rd. Kipnis and (new MLBer) Zimmer tack on. 6-2. Ruh oh. Bottom 5th Michael Brantley doubles in a run. 6-3. It's so good to see him playing, oh wait, no it's not, I hate him and EVERYONE not on our roster. Cobber labored but got threw like the bulldog he is and left his team in a good spot to win. Top 9th. Jesus preached to his flock "let there be homers" and he doeth. 7-3. Bottom 9th. Colome on the hill. Bradley Zimmer homers for his first MLB homer. Congrats kid. Too bad y'all fittin to lose SUCKA. Colome ends that little celebration by allowing another well hit ball to center when KEVIN KIERMAIER ROBS HOMEBOY KIPNIS OF TACKING ON and sends them people home miserable and me a happy man. Rays Up. I never doubted my dawg KK. Love you too boo boo.
Cobber finished 7.0 IP 6 H 3 R 3 ER 1 BB 7 K. Glorious. Simply glorious. Off day on Thursday which meant COCAINE USE.
Meditating a bit on the notes from the week thus far it sidetracked me from the reality in which I was swimming in but the booze was flowing through the mind and spirit like no other and I smiled when passing out on the couch when I hear a door knock.
Sluggishly I make way to the door unable to walk straight. No Ubering tonight.
Strawberry.
"I love you baby,"
We kissed and made love sideways, upside down and vertical as we passed the bottle back and forth.
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