As the title says, this is my second annual bucket list— style. I hate the redundancy of writing a totally self-explanatory title and then reaffirming the topic in my first sentence but with those darn search engines constantly looking for articles with relevance, I’m already at a disadvantage.
I want to prove that Shane Victorino is a descendant of the Mexican jumping bean.
Wait, it already does.
Most of all I want a guaranteed World Series win. I want to parade down Broad Street, I want to throw the f-bomb to fire up all those hypocrites who use it but don’t want their kids to hear it from someone else, and I still want to give me a long, slow, deep, soft, wet kiss that lasts three days.