We went to the Royals game Saturday night. It was cold. We tailgated three hours before the game.
Highlights
– A very obese, yet not quite Mangino-sized, man tailgated 50 yards away. He wore navy blue sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt.
– We were at the game three hours early, yet didn’t get in early enough to get the free Billy Butler powder blue jersey (the first 20,000 fans beat us). This couple was among the losers who showed up to get their shirt and leave before the game began:
– I didn’t see anyone take their hat off for the national anthem. Sorry, America – it’s cold as balls out here.
– We stayed in our seats for the first half of the game before the freezing wind forced us to congregate on the concourse.
– It was my second game of the year. I want to get 20 games in this season. Eighteen more to go.
– Buy your beer at the concession stand. You get a 22-ounce beer for $6.75. A 16-ounce bottle sets you back $7 from one of the vendors who walks the stands. Do the math.
– One of the concession guys spent a good 30 seconds checking my ID. He told me I hid my age well. I told him he should see my liver.
– I saw some serious meth heads at the game. They walked past us and could hardly talk. I’ve never seen teeth worse than the meth mouths on these guys. Don’t do drugs.
– I talked to the Minnesota fans behind us. They traveled from Minnesota to watch the games on Saturday and Sunday. One of the girls in the group said they came mostly because Minnesota doesn’t have an outdoor stadium. They didn’t seem to mind the cold as much as everyone else. I see a ton of Twins fans every time we play them here. I would say a good number of them drive from Minnesota. Good baseball fans.
– Heather got jacked on a Bailey’s-coffee-hot cocoa mixture. We call that “teamwork.”
How come I look so much more sexy in your pictures then my own?
Because I photoshopped you to make you look decent. You’re welcome.