All Foreplay No Orgasm
It is Friday night. Two people. One Angels fan and one Padres fan. Chris Young is pitching a No-Hitter and it is the top of the ninth with two outs to go. This would be the first in Padres history.
The tension is building up as superstitions come out.
“He is pitching a GOOD game. Don’t say it Don’t say it.”
(You cannot say someone is pitching a No-Hitter until the end of the game. Bad luck.)
The other team gets a home run. The first hit of the game. Chris Young disappoints. Padres still win but a feeling of dissatisfaction follows.
Meanwhile back with the Angels game. The score is 4/4 and we are in the 12th inning. My fists are clenched. Time stops.
So many things in life cause lots of buildup with no delivery. A disappointing game. A job we had high hopes for. That really hot guy that looked like he knew what he was doing.
We all need to start packing a punch outside the bedroom.
Give me an Orgasm.
Give me a No Hitter
Give me a win after a freaking long game.
Give me the climax.
Or I might just have to scream.