Turns out the Twins are awesome.
I don't mean boobs, ALTHOUGH, never let it be said that I'm one to disparage boobs.
First game I attended this season is said and done and America's Team was VICTORIOUS! The small-ballers outhit the vile Oakland Athletics to take the game 6-5. Of vastly greater importance is that it was dollar-a-dog night. I had three such hot dogs, slathered all to hell in mustard, and I was a happy little (big) man. I also got a souvenir cup, inching closer to my goal of having the entirety of my beverage containers be Twins cups. I think I netted 5 last year, off of seven games. Hoping to improve on both counts. Going a week from tonight to see the Los Angeles Angles of Anaheim, which, for those keeping score at home, is Spanish for "the the Angels Angels of Anaheim." Nice, huh? But it should be good. If the rotation holds, we're due for Kyle Lohse, which should make things "interesting." "Interesting" is NOT how I like my Twins games, but c'est la vie.
The most impressive thing about tonight was watching Joe Nathan pitch. Now, I've seen it more than a few times before, and he usually gets it done. But it's still an experience. He's just unflappable; the Metrodome is fucking LOUD, with everyone on their feet and cheering, and he just ICES fools like his name was Frosty. He didn't hit the 98 miles per hour he did last night, but it was good enough for save #2 and a happy drive home.
Not much else to report, save that apparently Best Buy employees save 20% with Cingular, and there's a health club through work I might join for $20/month. I hear it's a pretty big facility, so we'll see. I'm pretty athletic for a fat guy, but I could definitely stand to shed some weight, as well as define the upper body a little. So.
May the way of the Hero lead to the Triforce.
-Hoff
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