So I became of fan of Chase Utley's on Facebook. Before anyone gets the wrong idea I want to state for the record, no I do not like baseball or any other sport for that matter. I just want Chase to hug me while we have our shirts off. I actually did not delight in the Phillies winning the World Series considering I'm one block away from Broad Street. I wanted to play shooting range with all those damned drunkard Phillies fans in their annoying red shirts that littered my neighborhood for weeks. The day of the parade I went for a run and got made fun of for doing so by a group of drunk people who I suppose thought it was quite an odd activity to be doing during the middle of the day. You know being drunk at noon or one on a Friday is totally acceptable in most weeks for me. Just not when it's a rowdy group of sports fans. Regardless, back to my crush on Chasey. I have waited on him before and I see him at my dog park occasionally. I love him. I know Lindsay thinks she has dibbs on him if he ever leaves his wife, but I hope she can be distracted by her love of Taylor Swift and pinning her hopes on gay marriage being legalized in PA. I have a good feeling that if he was to turn to mens, it would be with me. Oh Chase!
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