I was at a strip club Friday night, watching the ticker on the bottom of a big TV showing the college world series. I had a Labatt ($4), and a little mosquito net so nothing jumped into my hair or beer, and I was prepared to leap into the air in excitement when I saw Filatov drop, drop, dropping down the order.
And then I was confused.
I don't take the time to enter people's phone numbers into my cell phone, so I couldn't get in touch with the other denizens of the Isle. So I turned to a man from Spain, who was a member of the bachelor party, and I said, simply, "what the fuck?" He said, "I know, she's a little rough -- but I saw some better ones walking around."