Imagine the following: Trot, in his footie pajama's , wearing his fireman hat and clutching a carrot shaped baseball bat screaming indecipherable rants and pointing at me with his hand like he was Johnny Cochran in front of the OJ jury.
I really wish I wasn't so washed out so I could have grabbed the video camera and recorded it; he was doing a spot on impression of Mel in "Braveheart". Well, without the blue face paint and the sword. Although with a few minutes of work I could have made it happen.
I honestly have no clue what he was trying to say.
Although I keep telling myself it was "Death to the Yankees and FREE MIKE LOWELL!"
In all actuality it most likely had something to do with Mickey Mouse, a cup of apple juice, and peanut M&M's.
The fact my life is in a constant state of chaos is not lost on me. What I can do about it, however, is still up in the air.