They bring you beer. They bring you hot dogs. You hang out talking with your friends, because there's really nothing else to do. And every so often way down there a tiny guy in tight pants hits a ball with a stick and you can cheer.
Bliss.
Thank you,
scbutler, for being my fabulous wonderful baseball buddy!
Bliss.
Thank you,
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Date: 2008-07-23 03:49 am (UTC)Just saying.
I'm glad you had a nice time, though.
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Date: 2008-07-23 06:28 pm (UTC)Other than that, it's okay, I guess.
Ice hockey, though; there's a sport.
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Date: 2008-07-23 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-23 06:43 pm (UTC)Plus, my tix were free, so I felt it was only good manners to buy their beer.
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Date: 2008-07-23 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-23 10:47 pm (UTC)What team?
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Date: 2008-07-24 02:28 pm (UTC)@ penguinkye: Well if I say Penguins now, you'll just think I'm sucking up.... ;) Actually, I would love to learn to play, but it's pretty far down on the to do list so I might not get there before my body breaks down entirely.
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Date: 2008-07-24 07:26 pm (UTC)I am not sure I have any of the skills or potentials-for-skill that it would take to play ice hockey. Except possibly (thinking back to high school gym class...) aggression. XD
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Date: 2008-07-24 07:56 pm (UTC)We now return to Ellen's regularly scheduled journal....