Wednesday, October 03, 2007
This is weird.
My team? In the playoffs.
My boyfriend's team? Playoffs.
My sister's team? Hello, playoffs!
I'm not really worried about who would win a Cubs v. Red Sox World Series, because as everyone knows, that was long ago predicted as one of the seven signs of the apocalypse, and so all my friends and I would be dead and swimming in the lake of eternal hellfire while a blue-faced Mel Gibson whips us and calls us "sugartits" and we are forced to watch the complete Lethal Weapon canon for the rest of eternity.
My vision of hell is very Gibson-specific.
Anyhoo, I'm not so worried about the series as I am a scenario in which my team meets my sister's team in the next round of the playoffs.
This could trigger a sibling rivalry not seen between us since we discovered DSW only had one navy blue distressed leather Firenze hobo bag left on clearance.
As I recall, I won that battle.
Posted by vikkitikkitavi at 8:52 AM