But I'm getting so good at not updating.
June 20, 2002The happy news is that Michael got a ball at the Cardinals/Royals game on Sunday. The sad news is that he picked it up after it bounced off of another guy's jaw, causing much blood shed and possibly some tooth loss. Some of the Royals players noticed, though, so they probably fixed him up with a bat or whatever it is they give the people who collide with balls in the stands. What really sucks the gigantic cock is when a thrown ball hits your tray of food and spills fifty dollars worth of beer and nachos on your shirt. Not quite as bad as losing teeth, but then again that guy didn't even get the ball out of that deal.
The other bitchin' thing about Sunday's game was that it was Father's Day, so Fredbird's dad was there. He danced around with his gray hair and was a joy to behold. There were Albert Pujols (AKA Alfred Pujols, hard "J" sound) bobbleheads as well, but I didn't even see what those looked like until hours after we left the game and one of them had a broken bat and we can't ever replace it unless we overpay on ebay or something and it probably wouldn't ever be worth messing with.
Also, I will miss Jack Buck. That's all I have to say about that.
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