August 18, 2004

Twins Game

I went to the Twins-Yankees game with Joynt, his girlfriend, and her friend last night. Overall it was very enjoyable, but my bony ass makes sitting for three hours on hard plastic subpar. This was compounded by the fact that there was an obese woman sitting to my right, and various fatty tissues from her body were spilling over into my seat. By the 5th inning I was essentially cuddling with her, and by the 7th inning stretch I was required to register with the state as a sex offender.

There was also a mildly deafening guy behind us. I couldn't tell if he was drunk or not, but he was definitely very loud. I usually don't mind this guy at Brewer's games, because this guy is me at Brewer's games. Well, maybe I shouldn't go that far - I'm loud, and quite annoying, but this guy was also moronic. Not only is he oppressively loud, but there is no facet of the game experience he does not feel qualified to yell about. This includes booing loudly if the opposing team has the nerve to catch a fly ball, yelling at the mascot the proper way to aim the t-shirt gun to make t-shirts reach the upper deck, and yelling "Nice One!" at the "Kiss Cam" at eardrum-shattering volumes.

But I am not completely innocent. I too committed some fan fouls. Namely, when eating peanuts, despite my best efforts to keep my peanut crushings within my sector, the jean jacket of the woman in front of me was awash in them halfway through the bag. Posted by mill1991 at August 18, 2004 11:44 AM

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