This past Monday afternoon I was fortunate enough to take the afternoon off from work and head over to Fenway Park to catch a Sox game with the one and only Juan Bobo.
Two things about the game: 1.) Yes, they took a dump on the field (Darnell McDonald did not play nice with the sun in his eyes), taking an old L against the O-R-I-O-L-E-S (magic, magic)! and 2.)Right field roof box is kinda nice up there. You're high up and a much different view than most other seats (Plus, I was able to go the bathroom and back in-between innings, dare you to try that is other parts of Fenway). AND YES, this is the second time in September that I've ended up with some type sun glasses tan/burn, the raccoon look is so IN right now (rabies-free since '93!). Also, if anyone ever finds the awesome Orioles magic video made by Kevin Millar and co. a few years ago, ship it!
Anyways, the people behind us, a father/son duo, added some peculiar commentary (aka made Tim McCarver their bitch) throughout the game that I could not help but listen to. Not to be nosey but I couldn't ignore them completely when some of their conversations led me to question whether or not they had seen a baseball game before. They butchered some of player's names pretty good (Jeremy "Guthreer" (either lack of reading or enunciation skills?), I can spell out how they pronounced Markakis), read aloud the stats on the video screen as if it were an excruciatingly difficult encyclopedia entries, and also said some pretty silly things that anyone under the age of 10 realizes that it makes you sound like an idiot (for example the 16 year old son suggested that David Ortiz should spend his offseason practicing hitting baseballs everyday, but in way that made it sound like he was the first to think of this offseason workout plan, aka practice). Now I don't mean to condescend and I'm definitely not doing them justice to how entertaining they were, but I appreciated that these guys gave me quite a few laughs and kept me entertained while the Sox lowered trough and let it rip (as I mentioned, right on the field).
Now, I'm no professor of social etiquette and probably would try to mind my own beeswax. Overhearing conversations in public happen all the time, but what about social places where the forced intimacy rules out avoidance, for example, a crowded subway or adjoining seats at the ballpark. Just saying, there are some places where people have to know that other people can't help but eavesdrop.
Other Yes or No Answers for the week:
· Yes, if you cook 3.5 packages of bacon your apartment will smell like bacon for at least a week (thank you Iron Chef style cooking party in which everyone was a winner except for pigs and vegetarians)· No, I am not a robot, the doctor could find blood veins this time, unlike the unsuccessful wisdom teeth debauchery of '08
· Yes, I got a chocolate covered frog, suck it harry potter! (thanks B!)
· No, I didn't break the soda machine (yet) Jesse
· Yes, I'm partly/mostly/definitely responsible for the plot to steal a Milk Stout glass from a bar, but only just cuz its so close to MILK STEAK!
· Unfortunately No, Googling murderers does not make you a detective even though you're searching for them
· Yes, I will blow your mind this weekend, coldstone-style NYC Bagel shop
· And No, I will not give up breakfast meats, ever!
Now, I'm off to do laundry, because apparently "I didn't know you couldn't do that" is not an valid rebuttal to not wear pants in public...
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