With the Summer of Boredom continuing, I decided to head down US-22 with some friends and check out some hot minor league baseball action. Yes, the Altoona Curve. Now I have been to two other Curve games and both have resulted in rain, rain, and more rain. So let's just say I didn't have my hopes up. Anyway, 7:05 first pitch, against the Harrisburg Senators.
We didn't have tickets, so we strolled up to the ticket window and got some stellar seats, $9.50 for 9 rows up from the field and one section to the left of homeplate. (Little did we know that this was the section for the visiting Senators, more on this later.) So we go and grab our $5.75 drafts (known as 32s from here on out) and head to our seats. Beautiful night, great start to the game. Not too hot, not cold at all. Sun is still out. Excellent.
Now one of the things that was interesting about this is that two sons of pretty big time major leaguers were playing in this game. Tim "Rock" Raines, Jr. was playing CF (of course) for the Senators. While, David "Son of Lance" Parrish was behind the dish for the Homeboys. It's not everyday that you get to see sons of two recognizable MLBers play. I mean, I think Parrish was on the Tigers team that won the WS in '83???
Anyhow, the Curve scored one in the first on a fielding error by the first baseman and we let him know that he made the error for the rest of the game. No one scored again until the 7th (maybe) when the Railroads put one more on the board to set the final at 2-0. Pretty good pitchers duel, would have rather seen a perfect game but who's counting. Four thousand some people there, so it was a pretty good crowd for a Monday night, which may have been because it was Polish heritage night. Read that last sentence again. It was Polish heritage night, no lie.
Anyway, the section that we sat in was pretty empty as not too many Senator fans made the trip from Ottawa, err Harrisburg. The "fans" and I use this term loosely that did make the trip were nothing less than admirable. Behind us were 4 young ladies who paid not a lick of attention to what was going on and they were obviously more concerned about things like this:
Yeah, Danny was trying to get the diamonds from his mom because his grandma died and he wanted to use the 4 karat one for my engagement ring. I told him it didn't matter, hehehe.
Did you hear that Lance Bass was gay, oh my, who would have ever thought it?
And the kicker....
What kind of feminine hygeine products do you use?
That was worth the price of admission right there. I wanted to turn around and say. "I use....nevermind."
Now to our left, in the row in front of us was who we believe to be the General Manager and his woof girlfriend and his parents. Now we came to this conclusion because what other mid-30's male would have the kind of vested interest in the outcome that he did. Not a brother or a Lance Bass-type, so he had to be a front office type, so we just called him GM. He was living and dying with each pitch, although he didn't know too much about what was going on. He kept screaming something about inconsistencies and blah blah blah...we were loving giving it to his players. He was boo-hoo'ing even into the ninth. Get a life.
The best part of the evening happened when we were leaving the stadium. They were handing out loaves of bread. Sara Lee loaves of bread. Fresh as can be. I mean, for some college kids this was great. We got four loaves, 3 white and 1 wheat. I wanted to come back the next night to see if they were giving out eggs or something. I mean they even had 2 kinds of bread. What a great organization and a great night.
Other random thoughts....
Shaved my head, again.
I don't know what Justin is talking about, but i done already brought sexy back.
I'm doing alright with this no beach thing, as long as I don't think about it.
It's nice to have P23 back. The Jordan angle was kind of too easy though. He should have said he went to Italy, like Chappelle.
Got my, high school friends Fantasy Football draft on Friday night. Should be interesting. After going last year as Vandalay Industries, I flipped it up this year. Grey Goose's. I guess it should be geese, I don't know. I'm sure my English major BFF will tell me.
Less than a month until I'm done with the kids...counting the days.
Glad to hear that things are going well in Sin City with the USA boys. So glad to say good riddance to Puke Ridnour.
Sebastian, this is Kevin Pittsnogle, we just signed him to a two-year deal. Kevin, this is Sebastian and his crew. You hear a 150 dudes mumble "what up."
The Braves need to add a bat, ASAP. I don't even know who they could add. Why not Soriano? 'Ole Billionaire Ted will pay the bucks.
You know what is inevitable and sucks every year. When Whitlock and LeBatard get the reins of PTI for like a month and a half. You know its gonna happen and you never really know when, but when it does its like you got kicked in the nuts. I watch Rome and see who's on Horn, but after that its chill time till four straight Seinfeld re-runs.
One day my computer is gonna explode and then its gonna be...
New Obie Trice and Rick Ross album's went leak style in the past few days. Obie's "Second Rounds on Me" is great and Ross is decent, not quite Thug Motivation 101 level, but for being majorly overweight and sporting a neck beard, its pretty good.
Not much else going on here. Work 6:30-2:30 then 3:00-9:00 tomorrow so that means I'm out. Full fantasy football report coming after the draft. Maybe even a review of the Trice album if your lucky or a top ten song list. Hmmmm. Oh and if you think there is anything I should write about or you want to know how I feel about then let me know. I'm out.
Bust a move.
