Patrick got us wonderful seats along the first base foul line to see the Padres play the Phillies last night. Too bad the Padres FELL APART in the 9th inning and allowed 4 runs to lose 5-2. I love everything about the baseball experience: over-indulging on hot dogs and peanuts, nearly getting your head taken off with a foul ball, yelling helpful advice to the coaches and players ("If you just would have let that pitch hit you Klesko, we would have scored with the bases loaded. Don't be such a wuss and duck, that's why you're wearing a helmet you know. Next time take one for the team, wudja?")
If it wasn't such a darn expensive experience, I'd be ditching church today and worshipping at the altar of Babe Ruth's bat. Sorry, God....
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