This is nuts

[wosn99]

I have to post this because it is too funny not to. Courtesy of dodgerblues.com:

There she was, always working out next to you at the gym. Or sharing the elevator at work. Or serving you coffee around the corner. That girl who you couldn't stop thinking about. The one who made you nervous. The one who was out of your league. Just when you had convinced yourself, though, that she was too hot, too popular, and too tall for you, you overhear her telling her friend that she's just looking for a nice guy. "Hey, I'm a nice guy," you say to yourself. You start thinking that you've got a chance. You start thinking that your luck is about to turn. You start wearing matching socks. And then it happens: you see her making out with an Italian guy on the hood of his freshly-waxed convertible. You knew the fantasy was too good to be true. You knew you were dreaming. You knew no one ever looked at your socks. But then, a few weeks later, you pass each other on the sidewalk—and she smiles. What was that? Does she recognize me? Does she like my tan? You turn around... just in time to see her waving to some prick on a motorcycle. Stupid ass, you tell yourself. Of course she doesn't recognize me. Of course she wasn't smiling at me. Of course she doesn't like my tan. And what tan is that? The tan from the florescent light above your computer? Forget it, you tell yourself. You're done. You know it wasn't meant to be. A week later you're at a club. You're making the rounds. You look on the dancefloor—and there she is... dancing with her friends. Sexy, beautiful, and single. But you know better. So you sit at the bar. You have a couple drinks. Suddenly, you feel something brush up against your shoulder—it's her, squeezing her way to the bar. It's fate, you tell yourself. You offer to get her a drink. She accepts. You introduce yourself. You talk for a couple minutes. She tells you meet her out on the patio where it's quieter. You smile, nod, and quickly duck into the restroom to check yourself in the mirror. It's happening, you tell yourself. You strut out of the bathroom and head out to the patio. And there she is—going down on a black guy.

Not exactly sure where we were going with that, but there was a point initially. It's a good bet it had something to do with the Dodgers, who have absolutely no business being five games out of first place. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that every time you come to peace with the idea that they're dead, they give you some reason to think twice. And then—against your better judgement—you do just that: you think twice. And what happens? They burn your ass real good. So you vow never to fall for it again. Never, ever again. But then she wears a low-cut top. That *****.


5 games back...

[azcat34]

That is beyond classic. You can insert Giants for that as well this season.

S.O.

[wosn99]

Originally Posted by azcat34

That is beyond classic. You can insert Giants for that as well this season.

S.O.

Dodgerblues.com should work for Miss Cleo or something. True to form, the Dodgers give up a 6 spot to the mighty Rockies by allowing 4 hits, a hit batter and the best part, 3 ERRORS.