I’ll never know if she saw me. Probably not. But in that moment, all the bad memories, all the things I’d ever wanted to say to her, it all came flooding back.
My first impulse was to run over there, pound on her window and demand that she admit she tore down those posters and lied and cheated her way into winning that election. Instead I just stood there. And I suddenly realized I wasn’t angry at her anymore. I just felt sorry for her.
I mean when I think about my new life and all the exciting things I’m doing. And then I think about what her life must be like, probably still getting up at 5 in the morning to pursue her pathetic little dreams. It just makes me sad.
I mean where is really trying to get to anyway? What is she doing in that limo? Who the FUCK does she think she is?
[Throws large Pepsi at limo.]
But that’s all ancient history now. I’ve got a whole new life.
—Mets fan Matthew Broderick as disgraced ex-teacher Jim McAllister in Election
grumble, grumble, grumble …
pout.
that is OUR championship they're celebrating.
but i'm not bitter or anything.
Tom Perrotta on Faith and Fear, I love it. One of my favorite authors….
Once again, I must invite the Cardinals to kiss my orange and blue a**.
Heh, my “comment verification” code on this post is 2cqns. “To See Queens.” I like that.
We coulda beaten them Tigers, y'know.
We coulda.
We wuz robbed!
My new handle over at Baseball Think Factory is “Yadier Molina can kiss my fanny.”
Now that's over with, can we get started already on our championship? October 2007 is right around the corner.
Mookie in a cardinals hat!?!?!?! Unfathomable
When I saw The Producers, Matthew Broderick came out to sign autographs sporting a traditional blue and orange Mets cap. Needless to say, I approved.