It was freakin' close to 80 degrees on Saturday, but nonetheless a great day to be out at the ballpark. Leslie wanted to actually watch the game and pay attention, so our different trains of thoughts probably went something like this. . .
Leslie- I wonder if Lincecum is pitching today
Me- I wonder if I should get nachos or garlic fries
Leslie- Great! The Giants are leading by one run.
Me- I hope my tan evens out today and I don't get killed by a fly ball.
Leslie- I hope Jen's paying attention and doesn't get killed by a fly ball.
I'm sure the only time our thoughts sync'd up is when some crazy annoying ass bitch kept honking at me in the parking lot when NO ONE had moved more than an inch in 15 minutes. Where's a fly ball to the head when you need one?
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