BASEBALL!!!!

A bunch of us went to a Yankees game this Friday. It was fun. But we did have some questions/make some observations. Such as:

1. What happens when you run out on the field? What are you actually charged with? It's not trespassing because I paid to enter the stadium. Also, do you get banned from the stadium after that? Does that mean that they employ 1 guy to watch all the door to make sure you don't enter?
2. I've written about this before--baseball pajama pants. I mean, those guys look like they just rolled out of bed and got on the field. Get a real uniform.
3. There's no fighting. It's not like football or hockey or soccer. It's kind of lame. Because it's not a contact sport/real sport.
4. Baseball players are guys who were not tough enough/big enough to play football, not tall enough for basketball, too out of shape for soccer and too pretty for hockey. Therefore, their default sport which allocates them millions of dollars is Baseball.
5. On TV the field seems so big but actually the distance between bases is pretty small. So, not only do they have to stand there waiting for someone to actually hit the ball, then they only have to run a few feet before stopping and standing there again.


On another note, our group from work sat in the same section as a useless parent who had the audacity to call the school that day and say that her son was sick and couldn't come in. She does this on a weekly basis and we've been battling her for the last 2 years. Well, her and her son looked pretty healthy to me. Guess who's getting called in for a meeting on Monday. And guess who will have ACS at their door if they don't show up. I don't like being lied to. And if you lie to me, I will break you down. Fucking assholes.

So, I was told several times during the night that I was mean. Ok. The first was a guy who said something and then I said something snarky and he said "You're mean!" and I said "Um, yeah. I'm not here to make friends. I'm watching the game."

Then we went to a bar by the stadium and another guy from the same group was all up in my business. I tried to give him a chance, because apparently I have to be more open minded or something. Well here is the transcript of that interaction(and yes, I wrote it as we were talking. I made him hold my beer):

Dude: Do you wanna go on a date?
Me: No.
Dude: You're such an asshole!
(a couple minutes later)
Dude: Come on. What's your number? I'll call you.
Me: How about you telepathically call me.
Dude: You're a bitch.
(I finally did give him my number in an effort "get out there" again. About 5 minutes later...)
Dude: So, when are you free?
Me: After Wednesday.
Dude: Ok. You have my number. Hit me up.
Me: Um, the rules haven't changed. You're supposed to call me.
Dude: Um, no. The girl calls the guy.
Me: Well, I guess you're going to be waiting with baited breath for me to call then...
Dude: I guess I'll call you then.

We mingled with the group and later when I went outside, I found him hugging another girl. Guys are such assholes. I don't have time for that shit. 15 minutes later as I was talking with some other guy, I looked over to see the first guy dancing around the bar in his underwear. I shit you not. Security obviously stopped that.


On to the next guy who was all over my shit. He was cute and seemed nice. This did happen though:
Dude: come here and let me lean on you.
Me: No. you're ok on your own.
Dude: No. I'm drunk and I need to lean on you.

THIS is what I'm working with out there. Fuck.
We all kind of went our separate ways and he didn't get my number but....I checked the guy out on facebook and discovered....he's in a relationship! Of course he is. Disgusting. I want to message the girl (who's from CT but lives in Ghana) and let her know what he's doing back at home. All men are disgusting. That is the thesis of this post. You're welcome for now knowing.

I am officially buying some cats and calling it a year.