blog.big-woop.com

On Tuesday night, I went to the Twins game. We lost. While cheering on my team (by mocking and debasing the Orioles' Brian Roberts. 2-5-3: Pierzynski fired to third then Gomez hurled it across the diamond to Mientkiewicz, doubling off Roberts, who had not run to first, choosing instead to argue with the home plate umpire), some morbidly obese asshole sitting in front of me, and whom I'm almost positive must own a comic book store, who surely must find happiness in the bottom of a bag of Cheetos, whose cellulite was spilling out over all confines of the unfortunate and ususpecting seat upon which he'd chosen to rest his big bones, prompted by both the amount of noise I was making and by his macho instincts, which at the same time must have been urging him to impress his lady friend, told me to "shut the fuck up." I snorted sarcastically, then told him that as much as he may have thought that he was at home, and watching golf, or tennis, or fucking rhythmic gymnastics, we were, in fact, at a baseball game, implying that I was going to make as much fucking noise as I wanted to. And I did. We lost.

After the game, though, we (John, Ben, Jeremy and I) got to meet Bert Blyleven. The Dutchman signed our "Circle Bert for HoF" sign, dedicating it to my dad, then shook our hands, and we were ushered out of the pressbox, with a prompt to "bring better luck tomorrow."

On Wednesday night, I went to the Twins game. We (John, the boy and I) got tickets for three dollars, sat in the cheap seats, and enjoyed a stunning performance by Brad Radke and the Twins, ultimately winning 5-1. We didn't meet Bert Blyleven again, but it was still pretty cool, and there were no morbidly obese comic book store owners in sight.

I also went to a naked party. For those of you who have never been to a naked party, it's just like any other party, but everyone is naked.

You:	Oh, like an orgy?
Me:	Fuck no! We just sat around and watched movies and ate pizza.
[ Pause ]
Me:	...fucking pervert.

It was pretty funny, though. I mean... I'm not sure if I'd recommend or condone doing it frequently, but the experience itself was probably a good one.

You:	So did you...
Me:	Goddammit! It wasn't a fucking orgy! Leave me the fuck alone! Jesus!

I came home and watched The Quiet American. It was really good. I want to read the book now, I think.

Peace.
-Todd