For those of you not familar with it, Fire Joe Morgan is a sports blog so unbelievably difficult to understand and so full of dude references and boring baseball shit, I only check it to see if Mrs. Tremendous is mentioned doing something fabulous (and sometimes there are funny jokes too.) Anyway, two FJM bloggers kindly pulled themselves from their caves at espn.com or whatever, and gave me tips about how to buy seats at Fenway.
Ken Tremendous recommended seats below grandstand level, because above that, the seats are in the shade and very cold. These seats are around $300. Murbles told me the best seats are above the Green Monster, which, upon research, are like $2000 each! Apparently blogging for Fire Joe Morgan is an amazingly lucrative job. Ken Tremendous did tell me that right field is super fun, as long as you're not blocked by the Pesky Pole or other weird poles. That was very helpful in buying my tickets.
It's probably fine no matter what, because in truth, I don't know very much about baseball, except I believe that the chances of someone rushing on the field and proposing to me are really high, right? That happens like every game at least once, right? [things i've bought that i love]
now i'm picturing people scurrying madly for the infield, taking out ballgirls and that monster mascot thing and innocent groundscrew just to they can get their proposal on between innings.
speaking of spinsterhood, if i thought THIS motherfucker was patiently waiting for me at an online dating service.. maybe i'd be barefoot and pregnant right now instead of hopping down the crazy catlady trail. oh well!
*smirks*By Rich, at 6:43 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
i think the proposal is a reference to that piece of shit jimmy fallon movie that i had the unfortunate displeasure of watching for a few minutesBy Mr. Faded Glory, at 7:39 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
oh and the girls on that ad campaign are ridiculous to teh point that i don't think they truly exist, i think they're a photoshopped conglomoration of different hot aspects thrown into one.
i mean no one believes those "hot date line" commercials anyway, with a group of three amazingly attractive girls wondering what they're going to do on saturday and then one of them has the bright idea to call a talk line to meet guys right? i mean that doesn't really happen, right? right?
i've never had the pleasure of seeing it, mostly cause it's, you know. sox.By lupe_velez, at 1:06 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
it's even worse than you think. i really didn't want to watch it, but you don't go over someone's house who is in the last bit of a movie and say TURN THAT SHIT OFF.By Mr. Faded Glory, at 1:24 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
well, not if you want pie.
is that some kind of weird innuendoBy lupe_velez, at 1:33 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
it was not intended as such but i see where your mind is right now.By Mr. Faded Glory, at 4:41 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
if anything i was trying to be proper. have you never been invited over for punch and pie?
my mind is always there, even though i somehow rarely get innuendo. i giggle at everything til something gets implied intentionally and then i'm like "wait, what? i don't get it?"By lupe_velez, at 1:29 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
and punch and pie? not since i was 6ish and having tea parties in the land of make believe with rainbow brite and my cabbage patch dolls.
i promise you i did not make up the "punch and pie" metaphor/expression for food served at gatheringsBy Mr. Faded Glory, at 7:27 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
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