It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase "As pretty as an airport" appear. For those of you that don't know - I spend AMPLE hours working my way through the various airports our wonderful country has to offer. I'm currently in Philadelphia, "The Jewel of the East", returning from Arizona. Once, just once, would I appreciate the opportunity to take the reigns at this dingy labyrinth and command the fabulous TSA folks that my 3.5 oz lotion does not contain chemical explosives. It contains "things" to replenish my pale Irish face from the "dry" heat from Scottsdale. That's it.
Well, as I gazed the tubes this afternoon I noticed I saw this little gem about Bernie Carbo, a former Red Sox hero that launched the greatest pinch-hit home run in Red Sox history. Well, he admitted he was high on drugs during the 1975 World Series. I know, a lot of players were high on something back in the day, but I loved this particular quote.
I probably smoked two joints, drank about three or four beers, got to the ballpark, took some [amphetamines], took a pain pill, drank a cup of coffee, chewed some tobacco, had a cigarette, and got up to the plate and hit.
Folks, that's tremendous. I hereby state that April 1st 2010 is Bernie Carbo day. I was always thinking about some new vice I could fall victim to for my upcoming softball league and I figured this would be my new routine prior to each game. Bernie Carbo style.
Anyone know where I can get some decent amphetamines that are reasonably priced?