For me, a tuna fish, lettuce and tomato sandwich on a hard roll is a zen experience.
It’s akin to Phil Jackson running the triangle offense with three bald monks.
Today, I sat down with The Experience, which was accompanied by a monster deli-style pickle, bbq dirty chips and a diet pepsi. After taking a few chomps out of the sandwich — letting the mercury absorb deep into my esophagus — I reached to crack open the pepsi.
Big swig . . . mmmmmmmmmm . . . big swig . . . BURP! . . . lovely sound of aluminum can hitting a wood desk.
Leaning back in my chair, the world stood still. The Ramones “What A Wonderful World” was playing on my internal i-pod.
Soaking it all in, I rotated the can on its bottom to the beat.
Then it happened . . .
The beautiful balance in my mind — MY ZEN EXPERIENCE — was destroyed. Pedro on a soda can pimping the All-Star game?
I guess a 6.86 ERA and a fragile frame were enough to tickle Pepsi’s advertising team.
Moral of the story: Pepsi votes for Pedro (punches self in balls for using that line), and I boycott Pepsi.
