The Big Homie called yesterday. I hadn’t seen him in at least two months.
“I’m going to the bar tonight to watch the World Series. You in?”
His invitations are always very declarative.
“Yup.”
Half an hour before the first pitch, I took a seat. The Big Homie was already on round two.
“Makers?”
He nodded. “You’re buying round three.”
I ordered a double to catch up. Justin Verlander looked invincible. We began catching up on life.
We were on round five when the Giants’ pitcher knocked in a run. Verlander seemed very vincible then. The game only half over yet all the way gone. The Big Homie shifted the conversation.
“You seen Argo yet?”
“Going this weekend.”
“Man…”
He shook his head and grunted his awe.
“That shit was intense. Had me holding my seat like the Iranians was comin’ after me.”
“Word?”
“Hell, it was an hour after the movie let out, and I was still feelin’ it. Sat down on the toilet to go to the bathroom, and I just couldn’t do it. Stomach muscles were still clenched.”
He shook head again.
“That Affleck scared the shit INTO me.”
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