I will become Steve Fatone!

[fearlesstemp]

I am off to my brother's baseball game, despite cramps and sore throat, because in his later, high-paid professional years, I want to be able to say that I've been there all along! You know, so I can justify mooching off of his success for the rest of his days.

I'm mostly kidding.

I am going to brave the icky bugginess of night games and cheer him on like the dorky older sister I am! I do it not (just) because I enjoy it, but because it is my sacred duty as an older sister to embarrass him -- it came in the job description I got when he crashed my only-child party in late 1983. Perhaps I will sing 'N Sync again, as I did on Saturday when I attended the game with my friend Annie. But I'm unsure, as I feel one needs strength in numbers to belt out "Dirty Pop!" as it should be belted out. Maybe I'll just hum it under my breath.

Anyway, I'm off!

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That's the spirit!

[msizzabella.livejournal.com]

May your rowdy rendering of "Dirty Pop" cure your cramps and sore throat! Feel better and embarrass the hell out of your brother . . . that's what they're for.