
Until now.
DeMe: So, what's the root of your white hot rage of all things Dodgers (including Mike Piazza's beard of a wife).
DeMom: My friend Cece and I would root for the Yankees to irritate Danny Weitz, a Dodgers fan. They were bums, and they stunk. A lousy team.
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DeMe: Any good memories about the Brooklyn Dodgers?
DeMom: No. We just liked tormenting Danny. But he was emotional. One time he came after us with a venetian blind. (Note: nobody was killed)
DeMe: Whatever happened to Ebbets Field.
DeMom: It became a housing project.
DeMe: Project. Like a Lego town?
DeMom: Why did I send you to (anonymous lower-tiered Ivy)?
People like my Dad were one-time fans who hated the Dodgers for leaving them. Oddly, my Mom never liked them, and despises the Dodgers more for going from Nathan’s-adjacent to Pink’s-tangential. She hasn’t spoken to Danny for several decades, but still roots for the Yankees. And like most Yankee fans, she doesn't know any players on that team. And has never seen them play live. But she knows what she hates. The Boys in Blue. And Rosie.
7 comments:
Your mom is like, weird. But hot.
That's very sweet, Rob. I'm sure she'd appreciate it too.
SoSG is bravely plumbing heretofore unknown depths of randomness.
You and mom can let go of the hatred for father-to-be any day now Mike Piazza. He's a MET, not a Dodger.
I hear Piazza wants to enter the Hall of Fame as an Athletic.
I would point to Regina Spektor Formula, Revealed as the moment SOSG truly entered Random Land. And I still love the Piazza (though I was pissed off when I fell for that BS story about him being in Teen Wolf)
If there were only a stat for randomness. RORP?
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