Yesterday was the first Big Meeting™ between the Spacebee Family and the Moneypenny Family. There had already been a Small Meeting™ between Jack and Al, but this one was full-fledged. We planned a big tailgate for the Brewers/Royals game on Sunday, June 23rd.
I’m glad to say it went off without a hitch. The only problem was the brutal heat inside the game (more on that below). Outside it was a veritable cornucopia of fun! The Lettows brough up a game of washers and beanbags, and we even had a purloined 6′ table for beer pong. The Freedom Grill was churning out brat after burger after brat patty after burger, and we even brought a 1/2 bbl of High Life for th’ sharin’.
It was an all-fan Bill Hall bobblehead giveaway too, with a select few getting the pink bat Bill Hall in the throwback uniform. Through a series of shrewd trades I got my hands on the throwback Bill Hall, and he’s bobbling away on my bookcase as we speak.
Once we got into the stadium for the 1:00 game, however, things turned ugly. The roof was open, and the sun beat down on us without mercy. Everyone there was horribly sunburned, and when the game went into extra innings there was a faintly audible groan from the collective sellout crowd. We stayed as long as we could, and then retreated to the cars again for more beer and brats.
Ridiculously, when wwhazz first got into the truck to ride home he chuckled that everyone was so sunburned except him. “Chumps,” was his sneered insult to those with such sensitive skin that a little thing like 6 hours in the hot sun would hurt them. Then he passed out. Upon waking as we drove through Cottage Grove, he was horrified to learn that, in fact, his delicate skin was burned just like the rest of us chumps. Pffffffffffft.
So now we’ve got about 1/2 of a 1/2 bbl left for Monday NIGHT RAW IS WAR! Come on over, chumps.