I checked my wallet and surely enough, there was twenty. Looks like I did not blow it all on that pack of Natty Ice last night.
"Yes, I do,"
"It's the last Friday night game of the season. Wanna go?" Strawberry asked.
It seemed like a good deal.
The Baltimore Orioles probably felt the woes of another wretched season like us but at least we finished off with a better record. Going for us was Odo who had a pretty Odo-like year. Going for The O's was Wade Miley who had a pretty awful year.
Honestly by September, I was so disappointed with the team and how the offense dried up, I resorted to new horizons with baseball cards.
We drove over the beautiful bridge of Gandy as the sun set into the Gulf.
"Do you love me?" Strawberry asked.
"Yes,"
"Should we try for another baby?" she moaned.
This talk again.
"Are you sure about that or are you just feeling nostalgic?"
"Maybe it's the bud," she laughed.
Or your friends talking the maternal noise.
Earlier in the day I rolled up to my dude's house off Sligh. It was a deteriorating house that the state paid for and the kid was deemed "mentally unfit for work". Why couldn't I snag that title?
I'd known Twit since he was a little kid and nothing had really changed about him. Timeless one could say. His situation has never altered nor his mentality. Sometimes nature has ways of showing her marvel.
"Going to another game huh?" he snicked.
Sports let alone baseball did not exist in his world.
"Odorizzi is pitching for us and it's only seven bucks to go, so why not?"
Twit seemed taken aback for this.
"Can I go?" Twit questioned while taking a rip off his bong.
I couldn't bare the idea of having him alongside us tonight when Strawberry wanted "quality time together" that translated to getting obliterated, swerving on Gandy Bridge back home and bringing the inertia to her.
"I gotta spend time with my chick, you understand,"
He didn't even seem to fathom what English words went into his ears.
We arrived to a whopping Friday night crowd at Tropicana Field with barely 9,000 people in the fold.
The best spot on Friday nights here was at the Porch where the beers were only five bucks. Wade Miley was a lefy who'd given The Rays a lot of troubles over the years, even with his time at Seattle and Arizona.
Odo barely got past four innings, gave up two hits and four punch outs yet had that pitch count creep up. Watching him leave the mound, something tells me he might be out the door this offseason. There's an endless flow of rumors of "rebuild" for this team. Is that even possible for a team that has a Sixty Million Dollar payroll? They brought in Cishek, Boxberger (disappointing year), Stank and Kittredge came in to hold down the shut out. All in all, a brilliant performance. I wish they would hold onto Cishek. That sidearm slider he throws is nasty.
Lomo went deep twice. What a year he had. Never thought he would do it. They should keep him around. Plays a solid First Base and seems to like playing in Florida.
Miley was sent home humiliated and shut out. A weird thought swept over me watching the win tonight, yet again this team showed a lot of promise and fell off. Why do I even bother with them? Night in, night out, this stadium empty to the brim and the lighting sucks. Every player we seem to obtain we get rid of. I saw Alex Cobb in the dugout full-well-knowing it was his last weekend in a Rays uniform. Almost feels like when seeing David Price in a Rays uniform for the last time. Odo finished his season 10-8/4.14 ERA/143.1 IP. It's pretty sub par and wouldn't say his value is very high per se but some team would be willing to trade some pieces for him.
Rays 7, Orioles 0.
"Despite us falling off the second half, I would love a sweep this weekend,"
"I love you," Strawberry retorted.
We drove across Gandy.
"You wanna hit this?" Strawberry asked.
I took a puff and contemplated the upcoming winter. Fall doesn't exist in Florida. It lives hot or hotter. Premature summer aka "spring" didn't seem too far away.
"You are weaving in and out of lanes baby!" Strawberry roared.
In the bay I could see a school of dolphins swimming gingerly.
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