My Favourite Butt
It's been a busy weekend.
SHOW ME YOUR PUTTS!
I didn't particularly want to do much - or spend much - so I found a few ways to entertain myself with minimal expenditures and maximized results of fun.
On Sunday, Mike, Jordan, Brad, and myself hit up the Pitch N Putt near Mike's house and played 9 holes. For $6.50 a round it's really cheap fun. I'd like to do it regularly. We also picked up a cheap dozen beer (Cariboo - so nouveau, so delicious, what a bargain) and snuck it onto the course as well. Technically you're not allowed to but this pitch n putt has a definite "Don't look, don't tell" policy. Jordan and I were playing rather competitively; I scored 39 strokes, he scored 42. Par on the course was 27. I was pretty pleased with myself; it would appear that beer is my power.
The fact we played in the evening rather than mid-day also seemed to help. The sun was scorching that day; it has been all week, our highs have all been in the low 30s, which is almost unheard of in Vancouver, especially at this consistant rate.
SHOW ME YOUR BUTTS!
On Monday evening, Mike, Jordan, and myself met up to go to a Vancouver Canadians baseball game. Only $8 to get in! This is fourth-tier professional baseball (MLB would be #1, their farm teams would be #2, etc) so we had no idea who any of the players were. We didn't care, either - it's still always a fun time watching guys play a little ball at the ball park, especially in the evening in such a gorgeous setting.
The view from behind home plate, looking up Little Mountain into Queen Elizabeth Park.
The reason we went this night was A) the heat wave made for a great evening outdoors, B) baseball is fun, and C) Cecil Fielder was there signing autographs and such. I didn't know much about the guy but Mike, a Detroit Tigers fan (about on par with my Hab-love in hockey, I'd say) grew up loving this dude so he got his picture taken and a framed photo of the old (and now demolished) Tigers Stadium signed.
Cecil Fielder swingin' for the Tigers.
While he was there, Jordan and I had our own brush with greatness. We spotted Corner Gas great/actor/writer/producer/creator (and local Vancouverite) Brent Butt amble on by on his way to the beer garden. If we weren't stuck in line helping Mike get his pictures taken, we would've followed him to get pictures of our own. We made a mental note of his clothing - a big dude in a blazing red shirt wouldn't be hard to spot - and planned to search the crowd of 5,000 or so for him later.
Brent Butt, whom I dressed up as in 2005 for Hallowe'en at Shell. Good times.
The game was pretty solid - back and forth, crazy hits and catches, and a nail-biter of a finish where the home team came from behind in the bottom of the ninth to pull out the win. In the last few innings, though, as the crowd thinned, Jordan and I scanned the landscape for our local TV hero - and we found him. It had to be him. We even took long distance photos from 100 feet away to make sure - it had to be.
So then we corner him as he leaves the invitation-only beer garden. It wasn't him.
Back off quickly...we don't want to get arrested, do we?
But did out eyes decieve us? They couldn't have...we were both so sure. We must have just lost track as the night wore on. It was a let down at the end of the night but still a good time over all. I'd love to catch another game before the season is over in September.
-Tim
SHOW ME YOUR PUTTS!
I didn't particularly want to do much - or spend much - so I found a few ways to entertain myself with minimal expenditures and maximized results of fun.
On Sunday, Mike, Jordan, Brad, and myself hit up the Pitch N Putt near Mike's house and played 9 holes. For $6.50 a round it's really cheap fun. I'd like to do it regularly. We also picked up a cheap dozen beer (Cariboo - so nouveau, so delicious, what a bargain) and snuck it onto the course as well. Technically you're not allowed to but this pitch n putt has a definite "Don't look, don't tell" policy. Jordan and I were playing rather competitively; I scored 39 strokes, he scored 42. Par on the course was 27. I was pretty pleased with myself; it would appear that beer is my power.
The fact we played in the evening rather than mid-day also seemed to help. The sun was scorching that day; it has been all week, our highs have all been in the low 30s, which is almost unheard of in Vancouver, especially at this consistant rate.
SHOW ME YOUR BUTTS!
On Monday evening, Mike, Jordan, and myself met up to go to a Vancouver Canadians baseball game. Only $8 to get in! This is fourth-tier professional baseball (MLB would be #1, their farm teams would be #2, etc) so we had no idea who any of the players were. We didn't care, either - it's still always a fun time watching guys play a little ball at the ball park, especially in the evening in such a gorgeous setting.
The view from behind home plate, looking up Little Mountain into Queen Elizabeth Park.
The reason we went this night was A) the heat wave made for a great evening outdoors, B) baseball is fun, and C) Cecil Fielder was there signing autographs and such. I didn't know much about the guy but Mike, a Detroit Tigers fan (about on par with my Hab-love in hockey, I'd say) grew up loving this dude so he got his picture taken and a framed photo of the old (and now demolished) Tigers Stadium signed.
Cecil Fielder swingin' for the Tigers.
While he was there, Jordan and I had our own brush with greatness. We spotted Corner Gas great/actor/writer/producer/creator (and local Vancouverite) Brent Butt amble on by on his way to the beer garden. If we weren't stuck in line helping Mike get his pictures taken, we would've followed him to get pictures of our own. We made a mental note of his clothing - a big dude in a blazing red shirt wouldn't be hard to spot - and planned to search the crowd of 5,000 or so for him later.
Brent Butt, whom I dressed up as in 2005 for Hallowe'en at Shell. Good times.
The game was pretty solid - back and forth, crazy hits and catches, and a nail-biter of a finish where the home team came from behind in the bottom of the ninth to pull out the win. In the last few innings, though, as the crowd thinned, Jordan and I scanned the landscape for our local TV hero - and we found him. It had to be him. We even took long distance photos from 100 feet away to make sure - it had to be.
So then we corner him as he leaves the invitation-only beer garden. It wasn't him.
Back off quickly...we don't want to get arrested, do we?
But did out eyes decieve us? They couldn't have...we were both so sure. We must have just lost track as the night wore on. It was a let down at the end of the night but still a good time over all. I'd love to catch another game before the season is over in September.
-Tim