May 22, 2008

Actually, I may not be batting

So I checked the directions to see how far this here ballpark was from my house.  According to Telenav, it’s 42 miles from my couch.  By a rough estimation, that’s about $8 bucks each way.

When I was in college — which wasn’t very long ago — $15 bucks was my absolute cutoff for paying a cover charge at a club.  And clubs had smokin’ hot sexy young tenders!  Ain’t gonna be nothin’ tender at the Mudcats game, I feel confident saying.

But I’ll go.  Mark my words, though — it’s a matter of time before somebody gets smoked for trying to snake gas out of another man’s tank.  Let’s just hope I ain’t the one that gets caught.

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1. As Jethro Bodine said to Leo Durocher when he was trying out for the Dodgers “Whomp it Mr. Durocher!”

   Comment by Krista — May 22, 2008 #

2. That last paragraph deserves a solid nullus. Good luck today, better pray you don’t see one of us lefties :)

   Comment by evan — May 22, 2008 #

3. Only a black person would snake gas out of another man’s tank.

   Comment by AJ — May 23, 2008 #

4. ^Clearly, you’ve never been to the country before.

   Comment by Bomani — May 23, 2008 #

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