I have to explain this very delicately, 'cause it's really tentative. As I... as I am an inordinately... passionate... man. Volatile. Sensual. In general a stud. When making love... when making love... in an effort...to prolong... the moment of ecstasy... I think of baseball players. All right, now you know. The two of us are making love violently, she's digging it, I figure I better start thinking of ballplayers quickly. So I figure it's one out, the ninth, the Giants are up. Mays lines a single to right, he takes second on a wild pitch. Now she is digging her nails into my neck. I decided to pinch-hit for McCovey. Alou pops out. Haller singles, Mays holds third. Now I got a first-and-third situation. Two out, the Giants are behind one run. I don't know whether to squeeze or steal.--Woody Allen, "Second Marriage", from the album Standup Comic
She's been in the shower for ten minutes, already. This is too...I can't tell you anymore, this is too personal. The Giants won.
Cheers,
bcg