Cla, Cal, xla: however you say it, I am disappointed in you. You’re one of the few people left that I know that believes in the purity of baseball leftover from the days when the Yankees didn’t own 3/4 of the league. I had an empty seat next to me last night the whole time.
Oh well, so last night Rock Chalk, SDS, and myself went to see the Milwaukee Brewers contest the Giants of San Francisco in a game of bases’n’balls. It’s the only time this year that the Brewers will be playing in the Bay Area so I had really wanted to go check them out. We tried to cajole Cal into attending with us and our extra ticket but he refused to answer his phone. Anyways, the seats were bomb-ass: eleven rows behind home plate slightly to the left. We finally fought through the throngs of Bonds Dick-Sucking Retards to our seats at the start of the bottom of the 1st inning. I sit down, swing my eyes to the field, and what do I see but Marquis “Fucking” Grissom jacking a 2 run homer to left. sigh. Grissom went on to hit another home run later in the game as well. OOOOOh, so now he’s fucking motivated? After he was paid all that money to fucking sit around and do jack shit in Milwaukee?! That fucking motherfucker.
Prior to last night’s game Bonds was sitting at 660 career home runs and needed just one more to move past Willie Mays into third on the all-time list. I didn’t care if the Brewers lost, I didn’t care if they gave up home runs to every other person on the Giants. I just wanted please, please, please for the Brewers not to give the 661st home run to that fucking steroid freak. Sure enough, in the seventh inning Ford served on up for that fucking asshole and he hit it into the water where all of the publicity-seeking asshats dove after it so they could sell it on eBay for $100,000 today.
We were sitting down in the good seats, where the rich people show up late and leave early. There was a guy and his kid sitting behind us and sure enough they scooted out of the park as soon as Barry “Juice” Bonds hit his precious little home fucking run. I must say that after sitting in front of that for awhile I really wanted more than anything else in the world for, 10 years or 10 months down the line, Barry Fucking Bonds to lose all of his records when someone comes to realize “Umm, hey? Bonds’ neck was about 10 times smaller when he played for the Pirates. He also didn’t hit the ball out of the park 70 times a year when he was that small. Hmmm…(requisite chin stroking)”
In all of the time that I have lived in California, I have never, ever, ever been on time for a Giants game. It is impossible. We left home at 4:15pm yesterday for a 6:05pm game. Of course we were stuck in traffic an hour in downtown. I hate that city. I hate the idea of cramming a ballpark into as tight a space as possible so that we can’t get in there, and I hate the fact that when the game starts there are less than 5,000 people in the stands.
Anyways, Brewers held in there and tried to rally a few times. Two separate times, in the sixth and in the eighth, Jenkins came up with 2 outs and two men on. In the sixth he struck out and in the eighth he flyed out. I wasn’t too happy with Jenkins at that point, and I hope he’s able to come through in the clutch more often this season. The Brewers as a team are improving and its good to see, as Wirkuswhazz said last night, “a team without an enormous hole in the lineup.”
I hope I can make it back for the Sausage Race. I need to start training.