Category: J/D vignette, as far as I know :-)
Spoilers: TSF
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me at all -- it all belongs to a higher
power.
Notes: To my Sam, who turns me into CJ. To my Josh, to whom I am Donna.
To my two sets of CJ and Toby. To my Bartlet, just because. To the Leo
I haven't found yet -- come here so we can elect my history teacher!
Rating: G or PG.
Feedback: Please!
More Notes: This is a result of my Cubbies being tied in First place
with the Houston Astros right now. Go Cubs! Yay! And the reason Donna
is a Cub fan is a) because I am and b) as a Wisconsin girl, she and her
family drove down to Chicago a lot. Don't like my explanation? Tough,
she's still a Cub fan. At least in _my_ universe. :-)

"Take Me Out to the Ballgame"

"Josh?"

"Whaat?"

"Just so you know, I'll be out from July 11 to July 14."

"What? Why?"

"I'm going to Chicago."

"What's in Chicago that you don't have here?"

"My sister."

"She couldn't come out here?"

"And Wrigley Field."

"You're going to Chicago to see a _Cubs_ game?"

"Cubs-Sox, actually. it's a fairly big deal. I'm lucky my sister got
tickets."

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Bacause the last time I tried to take some time off, you wouldn't let
me."

"I needed you here."

"So I'm your little slave, is that it, Josh?"

"No!"

"Then what is it?"

"You're leaving me to see a _Cubs_ game."

"I'll be back."

"'Cubs' being the operative part of that sentence."

"Jealous, Josh?"

"No!"

"Why is it that you get to leave to go see a team that's not even your
favorite play itself in a game that doesn't even count, but I can't go
to see my favorite team play one of their worst rivals?"

"Huh? I like the Mets."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Donna, how can you possibly like a team that hasn't won a World
Series since 1908?"

"Josh, how can you possibly like a team that hasn't won a World Series
since 1919 after trading Babe Ruth?"

"Who told you I was a Red Sox fan? By the way, 1969."

"Unlike you, I'm not old enough to remember what happened in 1969,
although I'm betting that black cat was sent by Bast."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"So how do you know what happened in 1969? And who told you I was a Red
Sox fan?"

"My mom, and who cares?"

"I do, and the Cubs suck."

"Sam and CJ, and they're in first place."

"They're lying, and you're lying."

"They're not, and I'm not."

"You are too!"

"Check out the paper, Josh. Here, I've got it opened right up to the
standings."

"Fine, for now. But I'm not a Red Sox fan!"

"Then why were two Red Sox tickets for May 22 delivered to you today?"

"OK, maybe I am a Red Sox fan."

"I'm still going to see the Cubs rightfully beat the Sox."

"What?"

"White Sox, Josh."

"You're not going."

"I am."

"Donna!"

"Josh!"

"Fine. Be that way."

"Thank you."

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