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This all started with me tracking down this picture for

watcher_shadow. Because I've ranted at her about A-Rod (among other things) to the point where she finally required a visual. My bad. She is so patient with me. =D

catslash: That's A-Rod *and* Jeter. =D Now you have visuals.

watcher_shadow: A-Rod's lips are PINK. And the picture to the right of the poster? So slashy looking.

catslash: Hmm. The pink is a much better look for him than the purple. The purple clashes with his skin tone.

watcher_shadow: Yes. I can say that without even seeing the purple.

catslash: Good, because the purple is impossible to describe. I suppose we could pretend he was sucking on grape lollipops, but the color was - just too uniform.

watcher_shadow: Some people ar elike that with lollipops, though.

catslash: True. But - it's just too *nice*.

watcher_shadow: I'd say mabye it was a dare but if he does it more than once...

watcher_shadow: Maybe he thinks it brings him good luck XD;

catslash: *giggles* Not any more, I bet.

Then, later:

catslash: *finally finds a decent picture of A-Rod* And no one in the world can convince me that *that* is from a lollipop.

watcher_shadow: ...no. It is not.

watcher_shadow: That is just... no.

catslash: . . . yeah.

watcher_shadow: The best thing ever would be if an announcer started commenting on it.

watcher_shadow: "And A-rod has a lovely shade of purple today, wouldn't you say?"

catslash: Well, McCarver already spends too much time on Jeter's eyes, that wouldn't be too much of a stretch.

watcher_shadow: Oh lord.

watcher_shadow: Like with what?

catslash: One of my favorite sentences: "Jeter has two of the calmest eyes I've ever seen." As opposed to, like, three? Or twelve? And he never misses a chance to comment on some damn thing Jeter's done. SO IN LOVE.

watcher_shadow: Makes me sad they don't have a game on V-day.

watcher_shadow: "So, McCarver, who are you writing a valentine to this day?"

watcher_shadow: McCarver: *nervous like a giddy schoolgirl!*

catslash: Jeter: *off doing his thing, which presumably involves chewing his gum full of crack*

watcher_shadow: McCarver: *sneaks into the locker room, leaves the card, and bounces off*

Card:

"DO YOU LIKE ME?
CHECK :
YES NO "

catslash: Jeter: *finds card* *blinks* *spits his gum into it* *for sadly, the card lacks a name. Poor nervous McCarver*

catslash: Jeter: *forms conclusions* *eyes A-Rod uneasily for next several months*

watcher_shadow: McCarver: *develops a hatred for A-rod, bashes him out at any chance he gets*

catslash: A-Rod: *wtf*

watcher_shadow: McCarver: I have never seen eyes as nervous as A-rod's. They're sort of like a buggy fly. That's ugly. And undeserving of Jeter's attention.

catslash: Other announcers: . . .

catslash: Jeter: *wtf*

watcher_shadow: McCarver: ...I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! I MUST CONFESS! JETER, MARRY ME AND I WILL HAVE YOUR BABIES!

catslash: Jeter: . . . *hides*

catslash: A-Rod: *fixes lipstick* I don't think so, Tim.

watcher_shadow: McCarver: You want a piece of this, A-rod?

catslash: A-Rod: *makes a face* No. And neither does Derek. Which brings me to my point: GO AWAY.

watcher_shadow: McCarver: Shut up, Princess.

catslash: A-Rod: *gasp*
Jeter: *gasp*
Rest of the Yankees: *gasp*

watcher_shadow: McCarver: *smirks*

catslash: Joe Torre: Shit . . .

catslash: A-Rod: *squeals* BITCH! *leaps upon McCarver, making with the hair-pulling and scratching*