I can't wait! I am getting sick of my dad being there too. He just sits there and tells me, "Isn't it great just watching the crowd?" and he tells me how beautiful my mom and sisters are. It is very awkward.

I know what your going through, my dad used to point out which girls he thought were cute.......akwardness

Let's just say, I only go with him a few times a year now.....

I went to all three. Can I have a cookie?

I know what your going through, my dad used to point out which girls he thought were cute.......akwardness 

Let's just say, I only go with him a few times a year now.....

I hate when they do that. At least I can bring friends now since it's not a family outing type of thing anymore.

All 3

None yet. But I'm going to 2 games in July. That's more than I ever get to go to in a season with where I live.

i just went to one suppose ti go to two but other things came up

None of course.

I went to Friday's game (which sucked ass, by the way), but I left after the 7th inning due to horrible stomach problems. I had two Kosher Dogs, two bratwurst, and two cheeseburgers, and topped it off with a margarita and two cups of soda.

 

My stomach had a problem with that, and I spent most of the 5th and 6th innings in the bathroom. Needless to say, I made it the 17 miles home, and then spent another 2 hours afraid to leave my bathroom. I guess the chemistry of all I ate wasn't a good mix - OBVIOUSLY.

 

Either that, or I just can't eat what I used to. Dammit.

Went to the Sunday game. Froze my ass off once the shadows reached the upper deck behind the plate, but stuck it out all 8.5 innings.

I think I'm going back for the Braves series in June...Maybe I'll see some of you then...

I went to Friday's game (which sucked ass, by the way), but I left after the 7th inning due to horrible stomach problems.  I had two Kosher Dogs, two bratwurst, and two cheeseburgers, and topped it off with a margarita and two cups of soda. 

 

My stomach had a problem with that, and I spent most of the 5th and 6th innings in the bathroom.  Needless to say, I made it the 17 miles home, and then spent another 2 hours afraid to leave my bathroom.  I guess the chemistry of all I ate wasn't a good mix - OBVIOUSLY. 

 

Either that, or I just can't eat what I used to.  Dammit.

Damn killer. I dont think the Superfans from SNL could eat like that.

 

"How many heart attacks is dat?" ......... "Oh, that makes a bakers dozen"