May 31, 2006


For the second time in as many weeks, I caught an Orioles game at Camden Yards in the "special" seats last night. By special I mean right behind home plate where the usher who shows me to my seat brings a spray bottle and cloth to wipe my padded seat before my royal highness sits upon it. The place you can order a hot dog with mustard and receive a little cursive artwork.

Last night I participated in a side game wherein I attempted to guess which huge diamond, blond dye, and silicon boobs belonged to which player. We were right in the middle of the wives who are barely able to lift their left hands to clap because the weight of the three C's overpowers their rail-thin arms. In fact, I'm temporarily (hopefully) blind from the light.

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