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mongolian chop!

reading the sound of my own voice. 

Monday, August 22, 2005

11:34 AM - the mutts win

so i went to the mets game on saturday with mike and his friend dr. paul. this was my first visit to shea stadium so i was pretty excited to visit the home of my ill-chosen childhood hero darryl strawberry. upon arriving i was a bit disappointed. i was expecting a cadre of food vendors hawking things to cheaply fill my stomach like they do at safeco but instead all we found were a crappy credit card sign up booth (in exchange for a life full of indentured financial servitude you get a thin piece of cloth posing as a fleece blanket) and a mets "fan zone" consisting of mr met acting like a jackass.

so inside we go to proceed to blow a bangladeshi child's yearly salary on hot dogs and beers. i'm not sure how many i had but i can tell you that the self proclaimed "drunk irish" chick sitting behind me had at least 3x as much as i did. we were clearly surrounded by a few dozen young impressionable children but this girl had no problem spitting out a flow of encouragement to the opposing team laced with the terms "f****n fa**ot", "p***y ass whore" and "f***n p***y ass whore fa**ot". not one person told her to shut up and i counted at least 4 voices of kind words from others egging her on to keep it going for 4 innings straight (her voice gave out after 3). between the beer/inning consumed and the loving words of a good irish woman i forgot who won the game and had to go check it online the next morning. i heart nyc.

Blogger bailee. said...

just because you've been running stairs with tv's and books for three days doesn't mean you can't update your damn blog. happy housewarming.  

Blogger kincornkarn said...

there, a new post just for bailee. my blog merely exists for her entertainment.  

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