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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
I went to my final Indians home game of the regular season this evening. Their final home game of the season is actually tomorrow, but so is the ladyfriend's birthday and I wanna hang out with her. It just so happens that her sand volleyball team reached the finals and are going to be missing a guy, so I'm filling in. If I was a real shitstain I could've possibly been all, "Well, if you're gonna just play volleyball can't I go to the Indians game?", even if I wasn't playing. But I am. So today was my final Indians home game of the regular season, against the Chicago White Sox. Man, the Chicago White Sox have been stroking our dicks for us all season. Going into today, they had lost 12 straight games against us and we were throwing arguably our best pitcher, Ubaldo Jimenez.
After taking a 1-0 lead in the 2nd inning, the White Sox tied it in the 4th and went ahead in the 7th. In the home half of the 7th, Michael Brantley led off with a solo home run to the right field seats, Mike Aviles followed with a single and advanced to second on a Michael Bourn sacrifice bunt. Nick Swisher flew out to deep center field, but Jason Kipnis delivered with a two out single. Joe Smith threw an easy 8th inning - struck out Paul Konerko and Adam Dunn swinging, and got a 6-3 ground out from Avisail Garcia - but Chris Perez ran his dick through a blender in the 9th, trying to preserve the 3-2 lead. He gave up a lead off solo home run to Dayan Viciedo to tie the game, promptly struck out Gordon Beckham and Josh Phegley, and then gave up another solo home run to Alejandro De Aza, which gave the White Sox a 4-3 lead. He was pulled after the next batter, Alexei Ramirez, hit a single.
Shitty situation, yeah? So we're in the bottom of the 9th and the bottom third of our order is due up - catcher Yan Gomes, left fielder Michael Brantley, and third baseman Mike Aviles. Gomes struck out swinging (ball ache), Brantley squeaked a single between first and second (erection), and then Aviles struck out swinging.
At this point I'd like to note that while Roni and I were grabbing our tickets at the will call window near the Home Run Porch entrance, we ran into our bud and Super Nice + Awesome Guy, Austin K. We discovered that we would be sitting very near each other in the bleachers and decided to meet up at some point during the game. Austin found us during the 7th inning stretch and we decided he was the team's good luck charm when he sat in our section because Brantley hit his solo home run and we went up by a run when Aviles scored on the Kipnis single. As Austin was going back to his seat before the 9th inning started, he said he was gonna meet back up with his friends (Fred G., Betsy, Hayley, and Eric, all of whom I know from Cleveland softball) and that he'd meet back up with us after the game. "Not unless the Sox take the lead in the 9th," I said. "You have to come back up here. You're the good luck charm." Sure enough, after Viciedo homer, Austin returned to us. I asked Austin whether he thought Jason Giambi should pinch hit for Mike Aviles if Brantley reached base. After Aviles struck out, I posed the question again with Drew Stubbs coming up (who had replaced Michael Bourn in center field and the top of the order) and, sure enough, Giambi walked up to the plate. I guess I'll just conclude this paragraph with this video link.
Roni, Austin, and I fucking freaked out. We all looked at each other in disbelief. Did that really just happen? Austin and I were both hesitant to even cheer when the ball was in the air, because we both figured it was a foul ball. What a fucking ball game. Here is the game recap on Indians.com. Here is the game recap on Whitesox.com, just for comparison. I can totally related to the author's tone in the Sox recap and I can empathize, but man that win really jettisoned the spooge from my ballbag!
Live responsibly and lovingly. Be positive and creative. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
P.S. Here is Tom Hamilton's call of the Giambi walk-off homer.
P.P.S. Roni and I literally sat right next to legendary Indians fan John Adams (the dude that has beat the bass drum every game for the past, like, 40 years. When I bought the tickets last night and selected our seats, I had a pretty good idea we would be pretty close to John Adams, but I had no idea it would be right next to him (well, there was technically one seat between us, but it was unoccupied). That dude is seriously the most popular guy in Cleveland! In between every single half inning, people approached him for pictures, asked to beat his drum, told him he works with their parents, tried to buy him hot dogs, or, in the case of one older Phillies fan, told him that he remembers him from his first trip to Cleveland to catch a baseball game at Municipal Stadium in 1990. Pretty wild!
I went to my final Indians home game of the regular season this evening. Their final home game of the season is actually tomorrow, but so is the ladyfriend's birthday and I wanna hang out with her. It just so happens that her sand volleyball team reached the finals and are going to be missing a guy, so I'm filling in. If I was a real shitstain I could've possibly been all, "Well, if you're gonna just play volleyball can't I go to the Indians game?", even if I wasn't playing. But I am. So today was my final Indians home game of the regular season, against the Chicago White Sox. Man, the Chicago White Sox have been stroking our dicks for us all season. Going into today, they had lost 12 straight games against us and we were throwing arguably our best pitcher, Ubaldo Jimenez.
After taking a 1-0 lead in the 2nd inning, the White Sox tied it in the 4th and went ahead in the 7th. In the home half of the 7th, Michael Brantley led off with a solo home run to the right field seats, Mike Aviles followed with a single and advanced to second on a Michael Bourn sacrifice bunt. Nick Swisher flew out to deep center field, but Jason Kipnis delivered with a two out single. Joe Smith threw an easy 8th inning - struck out Paul Konerko and Adam Dunn swinging, and got a 6-3 ground out from Avisail Garcia - but Chris Perez ran his dick through a blender in the 9th, trying to preserve the 3-2 lead. He gave up a lead off solo home run to Dayan Viciedo to tie the game, promptly struck out Gordon Beckham and Josh Phegley, and then gave up another solo home run to Alejandro De Aza, which gave the White Sox a 4-3 lead. He was pulled after the next batter, Alexei Ramirez, hit a single.
Shitty situation, yeah? So we're in the bottom of the 9th and the bottom third of our order is due up - catcher Yan Gomes, left fielder Michael Brantley, and third baseman Mike Aviles. Gomes struck out swinging (ball ache), Brantley squeaked a single between first and second (erection), and then Aviles struck out swinging.
At this point I'd like to note that while Roni and I were grabbing our tickets at the will call window near the Home Run Porch entrance, we ran into our bud and Super Nice + Awesome Guy, Austin K. We discovered that we would be sitting very near each other in the bleachers and decided to meet up at some point during the game. Austin found us during the 7th inning stretch and we decided he was the team's good luck charm when he sat in our section because Brantley hit his solo home run and we went up by a run when Aviles scored on the Kipnis single. As Austin was going back to his seat before the 9th inning started, he said he was gonna meet back up with his friends (Fred G., Betsy, Hayley, and Eric, all of whom I know from Cleveland softball) and that he'd meet back up with us after the game. "Not unless the Sox take the lead in the 9th," I said. "You have to come back up here. You're the good luck charm." Sure enough, after Viciedo homer, Austin returned to us. I asked Austin whether he thought Jason Giambi should pinch hit for Mike Aviles if Brantley reached base. After Aviles struck out, I posed the question again with Drew Stubbs coming up (who had replaced Michael Bourn in center field and the top of the order) and, sure enough, Giambi walked up to the plate. I guess I'll just conclude this paragraph with this video link.
Roni, Austin, and I fucking freaked out. We all looked at each other in disbelief. Did that really just happen? Austin and I were both hesitant to even cheer when the ball was in the air, because we both figured it was a foul ball. What a fucking ball game. Here is the game recap on Indians.com. Here is the game recap on Whitesox.com, just for comparison. I can totally related to the author's tone in the Sox recap and I can empathize, but man that win really jettisoned the spooge from my ballbag!
Live responsibly and lovingly. Be positive and creative. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
P.S. Here is Tom Hamilton's call of the Giambi walk-off homer.
P.P.S. Roni and I literally sat right next to legendary Indians fan John Adams (the dude that has beat the bass drum every game for the past, like, 40 years. When I bought the tickets last night and selected our seats, I had a pretty good idea we would be pretty close to John Adams, but I had no idea it would be right next to him (well, there was technically one seat between us, but it was unoccupied). That dude is seriously the most popular guy in Cleveland! In between every single half inning, people approached him for pictures, asked to beat his drum, told him he works with their parents, tried to buy him hot dogs, or, in the case of one older Phillies fan, told him that he remembers him from his first trip to Cleveland to catch a baseball game at Municipal Stadium in 1990. Pretty wild!