Ladies and Germs, your Milo Moment tonight, brought to you by TUMS:
Bottom of the Seventh Inning (me turning on radio as I drive to the gym for a late night workout):
(Milo): "The new pitcher is Joaquin" (me "What's his last name... or is that his last name? What Milo... WHAT??")
dead silence for about 30 seconds.... (this IS radio ya'know)
(Milo): "Joaquin this series has one hit in seven tries versus his ex-teammates... we really need the Astro bats to get going") (me "Whaaaa?")
dead silence for about 20 seconds... (Seriously, I hear that this thing called radio will actually carry live music and voices over the airwaves... what a concept!)
(Milo): "Two strikes now on Feliz and that's a foul ball..." (me "Ohhhhhh... it's Feliz batting... like I'm supposed to KNOW THAT MILO!!! and how in the heck did he get two strikes on him? You're killing me Hamilton, you're KILLING ME!!!")
dead silence for about 20 seconds...
(Milo): "There is a grounder to second, one out..." (me "thanks for telling me that, now can you please call the game for me as I drive?")
dead silence for about 20 seconds...
(Milo): "Here is Johnson's second pitch and it's a strike..." (me "Johnson? I though the pitcher's name was Joaquin... does this mean his last name is Johnson? You mean the Jints have a pitcher named Joaquin Johnson? THAT IS AWESOME!!")
dead silence for about 10 seconds...
(Milo): "Chris Johnson hasn't done much tonight, still looking to make solid contact..." (me "Ooohhhh... damnit Milo, you had me going with your dementia rambling!")
(Dave Raymond): "Yes, the young man is trying hard right now but has nothing to show for it" (me "I get it Dave, you left for a potty break and left the old man to do radio all by himself, dincha? DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN! EVER!!!")
Me switches to music instead.
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