My #3 BF (Jason Bartlett) played lead-off in the batting order tonight. First up, gets a BB. That's okay. He ends up scoring the first run of the evening off of Mr. J Mo. Love it. KC answers back with two runs in the second. I had to stop watching because I was at work and had to do work-y things. Go figure. All I know is that I ended up at the bar later with my friend Amy and saw that we were up 5-3. Guess what? We ended up winning 6-3! Cash money, hoes. In T9, I guess Casilla scored because my #3 BF got him an RBI. I like it. Mr. Bartlett tends to have trouble in the first few innings of the games he plays in. I don't know why...we haven't talked about it yet. I made a psuedo-scorecard out of a piece of lined paper and here are the notes I took:
- I heart ankle protectors....they're hot. Don't ask me why I think that.
- What's so Royal about Kansas City? Answer me that.
- Grudzielanek: Long name, pretty face.
- Casilla = Bad bunter. Don't know why.
- LaRue looks like a midget standing next to J Mo...maybe because J Mo is 6'4"
- Scott Baker has nice lips.
- BF #3 and I need to have a chat about game beginnings...not fucking them up.
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