love you Banksy, no shit.
(n.): a high degree of excitement, as of a gathering of people: The announcement of victory brought the crowd to fever pitch.
So, in the nonsensical world of F & J, Wednesdays are Fridays and Fridays are Rodeo Days and we are the Rodeo Clown Cowgirls so take a left at that right and Right Said Fred will wave you on through, cupcake in hand telling you that you are in fact too sexy and from there will guide you to our very Seussical planet. Or the moon. Feast your fancy, tickle your funny bone, beast your burden. Which brings us to the point. Let's talk about baseball.
Because it's almost half past ninety on the solar eclipse chart of the winter's rise over the Everglades. So blah blah blah everyone is talking about foosball, this time of year. But for just a second let's pause. Deedahdoodahdeedahdoo. Okay. Now ask yourself this what would they play over the intercom, if you were up to bat, hitting for your favorite baseball team? What would you choose to convey your Einsteinian intellect? Your Edwardian take on things? Your Gatsbyesque flourish and overall edge? Our picks were chosen somewhere between the 5th and 6th inning at a White Sox game this past summer. We just forgot to write about it, until uh, the winter (lay off! we were busy!).
THIS IS VERBATIM:
Howe: Well... I'd choose Seven Nation Army. White Stripes. Suspiciously enough, Howe made a quick and stellar choice when this question arose. Causing the others in the crowd to wonder if this character Howe had in fact thought about this very whatif situation prior to this conversation. Hmmm. How curious.
Jude: Oh yeah. Good one. Well um, I don't think I'd actually want to play baseball. Objections from crowd arose immediately: i.e. Just pick one! and That wasn't the question! and Just pretend Jude!!!! Okay...uh, The Strokes then. Probably You Only Live Once. Or Last Nite. Maybe even Someday?
Fran: Oh good one. Very Sofia's Marie soundtrack-ish. I would totally have to go with one of my all time fav classic bands. The Stones. Either Beast of Burden. Or Paint It Black. Maybe Miss You...can I pick a few ? Or maybe a Jackson 5 song. ABC?
Big Baby: OMG! You guys are terrible at this. Mine is I'm a Beast, Lil' Wayne.
So there ya go. Those were ours. As well as our darling burrito boy Pede's (Book of the Month, Lovage) and dear old brother Dre's (Dixieland Delight, Alabama). What would you choose, Babe Ruth? Pick somethin', Hank Aaron. Quit lolligaggin', A-Rod. And lay of the 'roids, Barry Bonds.