We’ll be talking about this one for a while.

It’s the coolest feeling high-fiving complete strangers. Singing, practically shouting at the top of your lungs with people walking down the street. Getting group bear-hugged by the two drunk guys and the hot chick sitting next to you at the bar. Whooping and shouting and dancing with random passerby. Slapping the MUNI as it tries to make its way through the unyielding throng. Getting lost amidst the hundreds waving our hands in the air. Sharing smiles with people you’ve never seen before and will probably never see again.

All because we’re wearing the same hat. The same jacket. The same fat grin on our faces.

Man oh man, what a rush.

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Me too.

Ted: Okay, I’m going to say something out loud that I’ve been doing a pretty good job of not saying out loud lately. What you and Tony have, what I thought for a second you and I had, what I know that Marshall and Lily have- I want that. I do. I keep waiting for it to happen. I’m waiting for it to happen. I guess… I’m just tired of waiting. And that is all I’m going to say on that subject.

Stella: I know that you’re tired of waiting. And you might have to wait a little while more but… she’s on her way, Ted. And she’s getting here as fast as she can.

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Hope…

After the semi-lackluster start to this year’s World Series (no offense, Cliff Lee), I hope that over the rest of the series the Phillies and Yankees battle it out for six games in the most epic of epic-est World Series to ever have epic-ed, and that, in the decisive game seven, it will come down to the very. last. out. Alex Rodriguez will come to bat with the bases loaded, the Yankees down by two, and the game, the series, and the season on the line.

And, with the spotlight on him on the biggest stage, with the Yankee Stadium crowd cheering him on feverishly like madmen, believing in a notoriously un-clutch player in the singular situation that clutch was born for, with suspense mounting at a hysteric pace and hearts beating furiously as the pitch speeds toward home plate- A-Rod wins the game with an emphatic screaming line drive double off the wall… and as he slides in to second and gets mobbed by his teammates, he can finally say to himself, and to the rest of Amerca, nay, the world, that he has proven once and for all…

…that Charlie Manuel should have picked Pablo Sandoval to represent the NL All-Stars this year instead of picking his own stupid Phillies. Pablo would have gone 5 for 3 with a 6 run homer and made an unassisted quadruple play to clinch home field for the National League in that All-Star Game if he had played. I hope the Yankees win because of (and in front of) their home crowd; and when they do, I hope Manuel hangs his head in shame.

Screw that guy.

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