My best friend, Gregg, died today. He was terminally ill for years; he had been since a little while after we met. Baseball was an obsession for him - a baseball player was all he ever aspired to be; a ball always clenched in his palm. He always dreamed to throw the opening pitch at Yankee Stadium.He didn't leave the hospital much toward the end of his life, but when he did, he had to be escorted by a medical team and could only make his way around in a wheelchair. I visited him every day, and each time I did, I would always enter to find some baseball game on the television. No matter what the team, he'd be rooting them on.During one of my visits, a representative from the Make a Wish foundation showed up in his room and asked him what he wanted most in the world. I'm sure you can guess what he said - he wanted to throw that opening pitch.Weeks passed and baseball season drew nearer, and each day his excitement would increase exponentially. His mother bought him a brand new Yankees uniform, a new glove, and baseball pants. I had never seen him more happy.The day of the first game finally came a long - I was so excited for my friend. I woke up early enough to get to the hospital before he left. As I drove, I couldn't help but become full of energy myself; I knew this was something Gregg needed to do.I arrived at the hospital and made my way up to the room. The door was closed; I knocked on and opened it to find a grieving family surrounding the bed. Gregg had- HOLY FUCKING BAT SHIT IS THAT JACKIE MOTHER SHIT FUCKING CHAN?!
I don't believe I see Jackie Chan.
well chinks do evoke that kind of a reaction i mean JACKIE FUCKING CHAN. he fucking speaks better engrish than the mother fucking english.