last night’s magic confirmed once again that i am completely enamored by texan tall drink of water, andrew pettitte. my mom refers to the “jim” character in truffaut’s “jules et jim” as “andy pettitte” because i mean, we don’t know that actors name. imdb tells me that i should, it is henri serre. oskar and jeanne sort of win in the fame game there, but mr. serre shares remarkably similar bone structure to my andy. but can jim win a record setting number of postseason games while he beds ladies, writes poems and polishes cigarettes with lovely femme fatales (NAMED KATE?)? andy can do both.
