I once gave my sister a dollar to shout "Yankees Rock!" at Fenway. Our mother lectured us about not putting ourselves in danger.
Willow ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
DH makes me shout "Yankees Suck" at random intervals when we're not watching baseball, so I'm fine with that.
Crackerjack sounds AMAZING.
Yeah. It's not wonder I spent my 20s mostly single.
And yet, you were in a stadium largely populated by dudes. I always marvel at this phenomenon when I go to punk shows with four of the other five females present and manage to not talk to a single guy. (I started make myself talk to at least one.)
"Take me out to the ball game" is played in the 7th inning. "Sweet Caroline" is played in the 8th.
In Milwaukee it's the Beer Barrel Polka.
Much job~ma to MM!
(there can only be one runner on base at a time)
THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE
(I love how our fandoms cross)
job~ma Job~ma job~ma
(there can only be one runner on base at a time)
Though it would be funny as hell the other way...
Though it would be funny as hell the other way...
That would make them real get-to-know-ya corners.
That would make them real get-to-know-ya corners.
That reminds me of a lovely small moment I saw at the A's/Red Sox game on Monday -- somewhere around the middle of the game Jack Cust got his usual walk, trotted to first base, and gave Kevin Youkilis an affectionate little ass-pat as the two of them laughed. I think they were saying, "I like to walk! Do you like to walk? We're walk buddies!"