An embarrassing stream of consciousness

At the Drive game, when the players run on the field before the anthem, they take little leaguers out with them. And tonight, they were really little. They were trying so hard to keep up with the players, their legs and arms were pumping as they ran. They looked like characters in a Mario Brothers game. And then it hit me. The Mario Brothers. Mario and Luigi. Is Mario’s last name Mario? I mean the Statlin Brothers go by their last name. So did the Marx Brothers, the Menedez Brothers and the Smothers Brothers. (Yes, I went there.) So, Mario and Luigi Mario?

Then the stadium started playing the Cha Cha Stomp, and I started craving wedding cake. For the record, this song was recorded only to be played at weddings so drunk, white people who are sooo over the Electric Slide would have something to dance to. “WOOOOO! This is my jam! WOOOOOO,” she yelled, no, hollered as her domestic beer splashed out of her plastic cup and onto her lavender, never-to-be-shortened-and-worn-again gown.

The Drive came from behind in an 8th inning rally. Yes, I know it’s a stupid name for a baseball team.

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4 Responses to An embarrassing stream of consciousness

  1. Sam says:

    i really hope that wasn’t a reference to my last bridesmaid experience…i mean, i was wearing a purple dress…but was drinking only wine….yep, definitely couldn’t have been me.

  2. cheryl says:

    if it was about you, i would be more worried that your “jam” was the cha cha stomp and less worried about you being a little pissed at a wedding. šŸ™‚

  3. Jared says:

    Must be a southern thing…

  4. Colleen says:

    Dude….haven’t you heard? The new wedding jam is the Cupid Shuffle.

    Seriously, get with it, Cheryl.

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