I don’t hate anyone. Personally, I’m just too worried about my wife and myself to have the time to hate people. I do, however, acquire a lack of respect with certain people and sometimes athletes. Last night’s game between the Yanks and the Tigers made me sleep well.
There will be no names mentioned regarding this subject, because quite frankly, the names are not worthy of mentioning. I will mention numbers. The number 13 is very important to my wife and me. Strangely, it represents many wonderful things in our life. For anyone who knows me, they may understand this statement.
Seeing people fail is never fun. However, when they wear the number 13 on their back, and have been proven to have taken drugs which makes that person much richer than me, I get a little irritated. Sadly, my wife and I happily rejoiced when number 13 struck out to end the game.
I am now going to confession, because that was mean.
Baseball enthusiast……..But not a lover of the Yankees