Good gift, bad gift (part 2)

The sun is out. The birds are chirping. The neighbor is showering with her window open. Summer is near and life is good. And it just got better.

In part 2 of "Good gift, bad gift" Drake Studebake, former shuttlecock salesman, dishwasher and expecting father, faces his predestined doom and drowns it out with colonial Europe's finest achievement.

The good: Gordon's gin. A gin and tonic is a marvelous drink. The crack of a can of Schweppes. The chill of ice. The squirt of lime. Put your feet up and watch your neighbors. Life doesn't get any better.


On to the bad: My dreaded fate. It appears that my fears regarding an onslaught of paraphernalia marketing the most despised sports team on record has come to fruition. Moreover, judging from the t-shirt's message, this is only the beginning. There might possibly be second, third, fourth and even more renditions of this horrendous development. I'll have to censor the boy's mail, open his birthday presents, check his undershirts... for years to come.

Where is Charm City when you need it? To the City That Reads, I beg you read this! To Baseball City U.S.A send me your finest jersey! Harold Baines, Larry Sheets, Mike Devereaux, anyone will do.