5.12.2004

Baseball, 28 June 2002-11 May 2004 

Whenever I go to baseball games, I keep score. I've been working on my current scorebook for nearly two years, and I just finished it tonight at Fenway. Overheard at some point over the past years:

"I'm as gay as they come, hook me up with Mike Piazza."

"He's not a Braves fan, he's a fa**ots fan!"

"It cost fifty-cents for a bag of popcorn and they're charging $5.75? They're making, like, ten dollars!"

"Tim Wakefield sucks my ballsack!"

A t-shirt: "Protesters suck...and so do the Yankees. Support our troops."

Hey mom, they could easily catch up.
(Scoffs at child) The Yankees could catch up.
I'm just saying, Mom. They could catch up.
There's a possibility.
There's a possibility!!!
(Dismissive) I like your optimism.

"Spike Lee - Your movies suck!" (This was directed at a random black Seattle Mariner)

"I-chi-ro! I-chi-ro! I-chi-ro! YOU SUCK!"
Dude, that's not Ichiro. That's like Mayberry or Mary or some shit.
"I-chi-ro! Forty-seven! You suck! YOU SUCK!"

"Does she like sports?"
Yeah but she hates hats.

"You hate (Mark) Grace?"
No one hates Grace.

"I would like to see a death match between Scott Spiezio and Stuart Scott."

On the jumbotron: "The students had the opportunity to ask Derek Lowe questions about cancer and about baseball."

"U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" (during Manny Ramirez's first at-bat after becoming a naturalized U.S. citizen)

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