for Kevin Killian
I went to a sports bar during SUPERBOWL SUNDAY wearing a Phillies baseball cap and ordered vodka with orange juice. Every once in awhile I would raise a fist and yell “GO PHILLIES!” At first people around my table murmured. Then I was told to shut up while taking my notes for the poem. I was waiting for the person in the room who would confront me and I finally found him. AG = Angry Man:
ME: WOO HOO PHILLIES
GO PHILLIES GO GO GO!!
AG: HEY BUDDY WHAT
THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU IT’S THE SUPERBOWL!!
ME: YEAH MAN I KNOW,
WOO HOO HOO HOOOOO GO PHILLIES!!
AG: DUDE ARE YOU
FUCKING HIGH!?
ME: What? HEY MAN this is PHILADELPHIA YOU CAN’T DISS
THE PHILLIES WHEN YOU’RE IN PHILADELPHIA!!
AG: I ROOT FOR THE
PHILLIES WHEN IT’S BASEBALL SEASON DUDE!!
ME:
WhaaaaaaatEVERRRRRRRRRR!!
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