Sunday, April 24, 2005
Further Proof of God's Sick Sense of Humor
Went to the Cubs game yesterday in the 30-degree weather. I've decided that baseball is far more magical when viewed through the falling snow. And there's nothing like an ice-cold beer on an ice-cold day. Everyone seriously applauded each time the sun came out, which sadly only added up to three bursts of applause. And given the Cubs' uncanny ability to not only lose but lose in the most demoralizing way possible, the sun was about all that was worth clapping for.
We were in the bleachers, though, which is always pretty fun. Given the temperatures, the usual crew of twentysomethings in crop tops and heavy makeup was somewhat subdued, but there were a few idiot guys who still showed up with their bare chests painted. I'm sure they'll have a fun story to tell in the emergency room, though.
The best part of the afternoon, though, was the drunken 40-year-old who kept picking fights with people during every break in the action. Without fail, he'd stand up in the middle of each inning and scream "Hey, Michigan State guy, what happened to you guys at the tournament?" or "Hey, Illinois, your football team sucks." He also singled out the two African-Americans in his vicinity for a barrage of Chris Rock jokes. We were taking over-under bets on which inning would finally see him pass out, but unfortunately he took off before we could gather that data. In a sense, however, everyone was a winner.
Went to the Cubs game yesterday in the 30-degree weather. I've decided that baseball is far more magical when viewed through the falling snow. And there's nothing like an ice-cold beer on an ice-cold day. Everyone seriously applauded each time the sun came out, which sadly only added up to three bursts of applause. And given the Cubs' uncanny ability to not only lose but lose in the most demoralizing way possible, the sun was about all that was worth clapping for.
We were in the bleachers, though, which is always pretty fun. Given the temperatures, the usual crew of twentysomethings in crop tops and heavy makeup was somewhat subdued, but there were a few idiot guys who still showed up with their bare chests painted. I'm sure they'll have a fun story to tell in the emergency room, though.
The best part of the afternoon, though, was the drunken 40-year-old who kept picking fights with people during every break in the action. Without fail, he'd stand up in the middle of each inning and scream "Hey, Michigan State guy, what happened to you guys at the tournament?" or "Hey, Illinois, your football team sucks." He also singled out the two African-Americans in his vicinity for a barrage of Chris Rock jokes. We were taking over-under bets on which inning would finally see him pass out, but unfortunately he took off before we could gather that data. In a sense, however, everyone was a winner.
