i am dead.
Got up at eight something, went up to Baltimore. Before the game, my mom wanted to check out the Museum of Visionary Art, which was.... well, bad. I mean, there were one or two cool things, but the rest was just crap. Uninspired, not creative... just no. I've been spoiled studying the classics.
Our seats were pretty good. Section 11. View was something like
Which is not at all too shabby for $15 a ticket. Nice and shady, you know, good times.
About the second inning, after having noticed that there was barely anyone in the seats below us, my brother decided to go off and get some food while I went and got some cooler seats.
So I move down to section 6 and score a seat right on the wall. I had some leg room, I stretched out, I chilled and waited for my brother to get back. View was something like
Right where the rail goes down, I sat right next to there. It was INCREDIBLE.
About the fifth inning, some Japanese tourists showed up at the seats in front of my brother and I and start screaming at Ichiro. I couldn't tell if they were heckling him or cheering him sometimes, but generally they were just trying to hold his attention.
For around three innings of this, Ichiro did NOTHING. Then in the seventh, when a new pitcher was warming up for Seattle, he turns his head to him and gives the TINIEST nod ever.
They went INSANE. It was excellent.
O's won 9-7. It was a pretty cool game to watch, and I wish I could have stayed for the night game, but we had to get back for the meet.
All I can say is I wish I had dome more running on my own, this course MURDERED me. Only three miles, but I was waaaay over my best time. Not pleasing. But still kinda fun.
I was running with David and Devin mostly, but then they broke off, because David's hella fast and because I have zero endurance to keep up with Devin. I pulled it out at the end though, I burned the hell out of a guy in blue with about 50 feet left in the race. Finished 176th out of maybe like... 250. At most.
I learned something valuable tonight though. Never, ever, ever take it easy if you get chased by old people, because one of them might just be those track-running old people who do super powerwalking at a sprint speed and are just fucking MACHINES that never run out of energy. One of these guys definitely finished in 19 minutes. SHIIIIIIT.
Warped tomorrow. Pictures in a while, taking the disposable.
Our seats were pretty good. Section 11. View was something like
Which is not at all too shabby for $15 a ticket. Nice and shady, you know, good times.
About the second inning, after having noticed that there was barely anyone in the seats below us, my brother decided to go off and get some food while I went and got some cooler seats.
So I move down to section 6 and score a seat right on the wall. I had some leg room, I stretched out, I chilled and waited for my brother to get back. View was something like
Right where the rail goes down, I sat right next to there. It was INCREDIBLE.
About the fifth inning, some Japanese tourists showed up at the seats in front of my brother and I and start screaming at Ichiro. I couldn't tell if they were heckling him or cheering him sometimes, but generally they were just trying to hold his attention.
For around three innings of this, Ichiro did NOTHING. Then in the seventh, when a new pitcher was warming up for Seattle, he turns his head to him and gives the TINIEST nod ever.
They went INSANE. It was excellent.
O's won 9-7. It was a pretty cool game to watch, and I wish I could have stayed for the night game, but we had to get back for the meet.
All I can say is I wish I had dome more running on my own, this course MURDERED me. Only three miles, but I was waaaay over my best time. Not pleasing. But still kinda fun.
I was running with David and Devin mostly, but then they broke off, because David's hella fast and because I have zero endurance to keep up with Devin. I pulled it out at the end though, I burned the hell out of a guy in blue with about 50 feet left in the race. Finished 176th out of maybe like... 250. At most.
I learned something valuable tonight though. Never, ever, ever take it easy if you get chased by old people, because one of them might just be those track-running old people who do super powerwalking at a sprint speed and are just fucking MACHINES that never run out of energy. One of these guys definitely finished in 19 minutes. SHIIIIIIT.
Warped tomorrow. Pictures in a while, taking the disposable.