My friends, if you ever hear me say that we are going to an Oriole's game, in the summer, in the afternoon, please please take me by the neck, and slowly squeeze me until it hurts. Please, I'm begging you. We went on Saturday afternoon, had some of the best seats in the stadium, they were free, with a parking pass mind you.... But, it was 97 degrees, oh, and it was sunny too. So, if I ever even say that word again: Orioles, or even Camden Yards, remind me of this blog. It won't happen again my dear friends. I won't let it.
- Pat's friend, Kyle, caught a flying broken bat... I bet you never heard that one before, huh?
- George Will was seated right below us.
- Ozzie smiled at me.
- I ate a snow cone, and a coke-flavored freezy.
Even so, I'll never do it again....
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