Sometimes, on the weekends, I like to wake up and eat my foot for breakfast. I might dwell for a bit, but then I go get coffee. Today at Coffee Land there was a quote on my cup

“In the end were all the same”

Word up Starbucks cup guy, word up. You’ve helped me to move on.

So then I gather the cousins, I choose them because they are teenagers which means they know how to have a good time. Then we go watch baseball.

The foot I had earlier wasn’t very filling, so I was plenty hungry by the time we got there. This was the food boughten before the first inning even began:

Notice the variety of color and texture. I enjoy fine cuisine. Among the blob there is a hot dog, nachos, Cracker Jacks, a malt cup and 871234oz. Johan Santana souvenir cup of Coke. I’d like to brag and say I ate them all myself, but I had help.

And my help furnished the cotton candy.

I tried to take a picture of Broderick, and he suprised me by photoing me back. These pics were taken simultaneously, which I would call “trippy” if I were high and 17.

And then it happened…

About 6th or 7th inning we had our big moment. Yup. we were on the Jumbo-Tron/Big Screen Thingy. I didn’t take a picture of it as it happened, so here’s a poorly pieced together picture of what it may have looked like.

Man I love ballgames. The cousins I go with are the best because they sing the songs and do the wave.

And on the way out the door the 5 gallon bucket drummers give us our tune to walk home with.
And tomorrow I think I’ll have eggs.