I’m up late to practice some songs for our church’s worship team practice tomorrow. I usually get a couple hours on Mon or Tues but obviously I’ve been having my hair done and the pancake make-up applied for my closeups. I struck out again with Bobby tonight. I tried getting Eyre and Dempster’s attention, but no dice. I didn’t make it to BP tonight…didn’t get to my seat until the top of the 3rd inning. My son is playing his end of season baseball tournament and went 3-3 and threw 3 scoreless innings and they won 11-4…but he plays for the Padres (there is always a downside…lol). Anyways…my “Domestic Partner” is in that shot, but you can’t really see her too well…she’s sitting down all lady like and stuff. She’s beside me in the cub’s visor and black jacket.

These last two games were a blast…getting to heckle Barret after every steal and passed ball was great…watching Soto, DeRo and Fonzie go yard was awesome…but best of all was getting to witness Wood getting both saves. Take that Steve Stone!

I did wave the extra shirt (it’s draped over my arm in that picure) at the whole team as they made their way back to the dugout. I’m pretty sure Gerald Perry saw it because he stopped right before the dugout and stared at me/it and then cracked a smile. Rothschild and Trammel hung out in the dugout after the game and threw some women/girls a couple balls while they waited for a friend/relative to be let down onto the field. They wouldn’t even look at me. Sigh. Looks like I’ve got an extra “Howry Cow” shirt…anybody wanna buy an authentic “worn-on-tv-Howry Cow t-shirt”?

Screw you, Movie Snobs! As is perhaps obvious, it was Mr. Blonde from Reservoir Dogs. I think I’ll go listen to the soundtrack now.