No sir. Not the worst.
Spring Training. Orlando, Florida. February, 2001.
The Year of The Big Toe.
We're at Disney's Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World of Free Parking to watch the annual Astros/Braves spring training Finale.
Starting that night for the Braves in his comeback bid is none other than Steve Avery. You remember him. I'm just kidding. But you might.
Anyway, sitting right behind us, no shit, is his mother. Maybe it was his aunt, I don't remember, but it was a close female relative.
Before every pitch (Avery pitch?) she would yell, top of her lungs, terrible accent, "YOU CAN DO IT, STEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE!" or sometimes "COME ON, STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE. YOU CAN DO IT!" This went on for 6 innings, long after Avery left the game. I still hear it at night. When I want to last longer during sex (get that extra 30, maybe 40 seconds), I think about her voice and it, you know, makes me want to die.