I went to the Phillies game on Saturday. We had sweet seats in the outfield. You could smell the sweat. Or maybe my sweat. I sweated from places I didn’t even think I could sweat from. Seriously. And of course since they were such good seats and everyone and their mother went to the game, we were packed in like styrofoam peanuts.
These drunk bastards slightly intoxicated guys were screaming at Alex Romero. Why? Because they were drunk. And apparently you can scream whatever you want at professional ball players when you’re drunk. They were mostly chanting, “you suck Romero” but one of the douchebags screamed, “your mom has AIDS!” Another guy screamed, “you suck at life!” I kept drinking my not-so-ice-cold miller lite. Exactly how does one suck at life??
We made it till the 6th Inning before we started melting away. The Boy was absolutely drenched in sweat. To say he had swamp ass is an understatement; it was more like … ocean ass?
Needless to say, the Phils lost that day.
And Romero still sucks at life.
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