Ah the rant. My favorite type of story to tell. Longwinded and full of irrelevent details. Half the time I forget the point I which caused me to start. It gets lost somewhere with all those lessons in grammar I've had in my education career. The other half of the time I didn't have a point in the first place.
5/29 Mets adventure "So there we were stuck in the middle of a major New York highway. Cars slowed down to barely miss us, and showed that New York hospitality I had been missing, cursing at us as they sped up again. And all I wanted to do was freaking see Roger Cedeno hit."