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Halos Suffer from Premature Evacuation

The Angels have been dating a mysterious figure known as World Champion off and on over the last 5 years or so. It hasn't reached the serious level yet, but they've flirted with the possibility of going all the way. There's always been competition, because quite honestly, World Champion is a slut. She's always willing to go with whoever is offering the most bang at the time. This year she's had her eye on Ray from Tampa. He pulled a Ronald Miller and went from totally geek to totally chic this season. They even went out and bought her expensive gifts, like a new center fielder and first baseman.

Angels: I have something for you.

WC: What is it?

Angels: Open it.

WC: OH MY GOD! It's a Texiera!! I've wanted one of these for so long! Does this mean, I mean I don't want to rush things, but does this mean your're serious?

Angels: I'm ready to ride this all the way to the end with you, baby.

So the courtship got serious in the late summer. Everyone was talking about engagement, especially since her long time ex-lover in New York was out of the picture. The timing was right, and the Angels felt it was now time to consummate this relationship. World Champion had been committed since early September, so why not?

It started with foreplay. Ego stroking from the bullpen with a record breaking closer. A little teasing of a 100 win season on a Sunday for some afternoon delight. The elements were all there, the moment was right, the monkey was jumping, and the, the, uh, woops.

Angels: Oh no, baby, I'm sorry. This never happened to me before.

WC: Yeah, right. How do you explain four Division Championships in five years? You haven't even made it to the ALCS since 2002! I'm leaving.

Angels: Where are you going?

WC: To see someone I haven't seen in 20 years. I just hope he can forgive me.

Angels: You mean...

WC: Yes. If you need me, I'll be at Dodger Stadium.

It's not that the Angels are bad guys, but they just can't finish what they start. It's very frustrating. What do you think about when you ARE baseball?

Well, until next Spring, when love is in the air again.

AP Photo by Duane Burleson

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