Ballgame #2

I had such an awesome time at Saturday night's game, I decided to go again on Sunday arvi to watch the absolute last Rockies' game of the season at Coors Field. And to watch Barry Bonds tell the booing fans to shut the fuck up by shhmacking some homers into right field. And that's where I sat this time, in the right field stands, where the Bonds balls are likely to land, catching hands prep'd and ready. Ticket cost: only $5!

Right field stands, fucking dumb idea. The sun was unbearable, not even my African-toned skin could handle it, and so I went walkies a lot in covered areas. And then to my dismay, two long balls landed in my section, one to the left, one to the right. Just my luck...

Check the vid of singing "Take me down to the ballgame" during the 7th inning stretch.

I came across this stand selling Rawlings limited edition bats (only fifteen to be made, right then and there). And they were on sale. Baseball equipment was never on my shopping list, but: ONE - a sale I cannot resist. And TWO - the chance to have my name and number engraved on the bat, even better. You guys know, when it comes to personal branding, I'll pay big money! My number plates back home have my name and number, my sports jerseys have my name and number, my boots have my name and number, the hot chick on the corner has my name and number... hell, I'd ink my name and number on my ass if I had the chance. $48 later, I was the owner of a brand new bat. Customised! "LAW 88"



And then I signed up for a supporters credit card. In the States, you can get a credit so easily, you basically just need a name and surname and you're good to go. I signed up for the New York Yankees card. And I got a free t-shirt. XXL though. Judge, I'll keep it for you, you fat mofo. Or maybe for you Wezzo...



Update: They boo Bonds cos he's in the centre of a steroid using scandaaal! Oh yes, blame it on the Oreo's that fat kid gave you as you stepped off the bus.