ANGER

All the colors of the rainbow suffocate the room around me. I find myself strangeling my napkin as I stare at the 52 inch flatscreen in front of me. The cheers in the background as loud as they might be are blocked out. I quickly grasp my beer and guzzle it as if dying of thirst. I scan the room for my waiter and immeadiently order a tequila sunrise. I feel alone in my New York Yankee t shirt. Game 1 is over. We have lost, I see the despair in the eyes of the players. I share their pain. As I flush my emotions into the pictchers of beer ahead of me, I know tomorrow is another day.