Showing posts with label no idea why the ushers didnt kick us out. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Monday Morning S--t Storm
What a wonderful weekend, but now it's Monday, which can only mean two things. 1. Responsibility. 2. Shit Storm.
Technically last night the MLB season got under way, but everyone knows today is REALLY opening day. This marks the start of MLB's 7 month marathon which provides us with something to watch on that Wednesday night in July, as well as mind-boggling fantasy stats. (Seriously the league I'm in must have every stat known to man)
Baseball also marks prime funny sport story reason. I don't know why, but when people talk about going to baseball games the funny/awesome seems to follow them.
So for the Shit Storm, give us your best baseball story.
Here's mine:
the year was 2001, and my friend somehow got green seats (first 4 rows) down the first base line at old Busch Stadium. The Cardinals were playing the Mets which meant everyone's favorite gay catcher was in town.
Mike Piazza. That son of a bitch.
Anyway, since we were close to the action we did what any 16 year old would do. Make fun of Piazza's sexual orientation.
Luckily for us Piazza went 4/4 that night which gave us numerous opportunities to rain down verbal thunder. My friends had much better zingers, but I think my best line was "Hey Mike I bet you got hot and heavy when that coach just slapped your ass." Not the best line, but I felt like a 16 year old genius at the time.
Obviously we had zero effect on his playing, but we definitely caught his attention. During a pitching break Mike was stretching on first, my buddy yelled out. "Gee Mike after all these years I figured your asshole would be stretched out by now." Mike then turned around and stared us down for the remainder of the break.
Looking back on it we probably shouldn't have offended the gay community by associating them with Mike Piazza, but hey we were 16.
Ok share your stories, and try not to offend entire groups of people with your comments.
Shit Storm begin
Technically last night the MLB season got under way, but everyone knows today is REALLY opening day. This marks the start of MLB's 7 month marathon which provides us with something to watch on that Wednesday night in July, as well as mind-boggling fantasy stats. (Seriously the league I'm in must have every stat known to man)
Baseball also marks prime funny sport story reason. I don't know why, but when people talk about going to baseball games the funny/awesome seems to follow them.
So for the Shit Storm, give us your best baseball story.
Here's mine:
the year was 2001, and my friend somehow got green seats (first 4 rows) down the first base line at old Busch Stadium. The Cardinals were playing the Mets which meant everyone's favorite gay catcher was in town.
Mike Piazza. That son of a bitch.
Anyway, since we were close to the action we did what any 16 year old would do. Make fun of Piazza's sexual orientation.
Luckily for us Piazza went 4/4 that night which gave us numerous opportunities to rain down verbal thunder. My friends had much better zingers, but I think my best line was "Hey Mike I bet you got hot and heavy when that coach just slapped your ass." Not the best line, but I felt like a 16 year old genius at the time.
Obviously we had zero effect on his playing, but we definitely caught his attention. During a pitching break Mike was stretching on first, my buddy yelled out. "Gee Mike after all these years I figured your asshole would be stretched out by now." Mike then turned around and stared us down for the remainder of the break.
Looking back on it we probably shouldn't have offended the gay community by associating them with Mike Piazza, but hey we were 16.
Ok share your stories, and try not to offend entire groups of people with your comments.
Shit Storm begin
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