I would make a crack about that fucking douche AJ and his awful platinum blonde hair, but, um ... had anyone seen that orange monstrosity on Adam Everett's head? Oh my God, BRASSY. Ugh. Honey, no.
So glad we went to the game on Tuesday. My sister came over last night to watch the game (she really needs to get cable), but clearly, she chose the wrong night. I was texting her with updates after I got home from the gym and out of the shower. Apparently, one of her friends who went with us to the game was doing the same. We were like her own personal Dick 'n' Bert, but without the farting.
How funny. The Slat just called. He wanted to see what was up with the game. I was like, "Uh, we went on Tuesday." Oh sure, now everyone wants to go. Or at least one other person wants to go. Guess I just needed to break the seal, because I am all about more games and hot dogs and beer and corn dogs on the plaza. It's expensive and my legs are entirely too long to sit comfortably in affordable seats, but dammit, it is nice to see a game somewhere other than my own living room sometimes.