Summer Lovin'

You and me baby, we're the Cubs in October. Most likely at home, but clenching our award for the biggest of hearts.

I wandered off to some place to find the missing piece in my puzzle... and now I'm here, standing right in front of it. Wanna tear it up and start all over, or frame it for the world to see? Your call.

My childhood hero is still on my bedroom wall at my parents house, all though you wouldn't recognize him tonight.... with all of the steroids and such. Twice the size and half the man, that's what my generation has grown up admiring.

I want Harry Carey yelling "let's get some runs." I want my dad and I on the turf in Kansas City, or to be back in my seat on the night of George Brett's final home game.... an inside the park home-run to top it off. Andre Dawson with his weak knees and Ozzy's back flips. Swing and a Mrs.

Phenylethylamine (PEA), the chemical that is responsible for all of your swooning, and feelings of adoration.... it's structurally similar to cocaine. But most people choose cocaine over love when given the chance.

The endorphins we release during infatuation are similar to heroin; only they won’t make you skinny and pale. Oxytocin, also known as “the cuddling hormone,” is usually found in new mothers and newlyweds. Each of these hormones are like ecstasy... more tingles with every touch.

Love exists in a bottle. In a syringe. I want mine diluted with water.