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Thursday's Game

  • Went to the game today.  Note to self:  When putting sunscreen on arms, face and neck don't neglect putting sunscreen on sexy legs.

    Look at what happened to my sexy, hairless, shapely legs! Yes these are really my legs!*

  • I'm sure you've seen or heard about it already, but somebody threw 100 one dollar bills off the top deck about half way down the third base line.  I took the liberty of compiling a few stats based on these number.  This is only an estimate but the 100 one dollar bills were worth approximately 80 dollars.  

    Money was floating down for about 10 minutes, just like that CGI feather from Forest Gump.  Money was all over the field.  I saw Jose Cruz Jr. pick up a few bills, maybe he's hitting the strip club later.  This should become a new tradition at Petco.  Dodger fans you keep playing with your lame beach balls, we'll just be tossing around obscene amounts of money (approx $80).  The guy who tossed out the money was kicked out of the park.  I can't help but think that Wiggins4Ever is behind this.  I felt his presence.

  • Huge crowd today, 40K+ in attendance for a Thursday day game.  The warm sun, the chatter of fans and the absence of work almost put me to sleep a couple times.  I totally felt like I could have nodded off.  I love day games.
  • I went down to the Padres Store because I really don't have much gear anymore.  I need to refresh and reset my outfits.  You know how when you go in to buy something you usually have a general idea of how much it is going to cost you?  Well when I walk into the Padres Store I assume that I'm going to be paying a ridiculous amount of money on something that isn't remotely worth that amount of money.  Even though I'm in that mind set, the prices still shock me because I've already doubled and tripled the price of what I think it's going to be and the actual prices are doubled or tripled of my number.  I think I get more upset buying Padres gear than paying $4 for a gallon of gas.

*Those aren't my legs