Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Timing Is Everything

And my timing sucks. Of all the games on all the days in all the seasons, I had to pick this one to drop over 300 clams on front row Monster seats. Roy Halladay mowed down our scrub unit who filled in for the regulars (probably still hung over from their late night celebration of another playoff spot), and Wakefield threw a bunch of knuckle-less knucklers (moose knuckles?) which put us in an early hole. The rest of our pitchers fared no better, and 4th string catcher, Dusty Brown, finished up from the mound, giving up just one run to put us down 12-0. I had great seats though.



At least we're in the playoffs. Hopefully it's for more than three games.

And...scene.

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