Monday night, I stayed up ’til 1am helping Nate with something for work. Tuesday morning, I had an early physical therapy appointment. Last night, we were up late at the Mariner’s Game, and this morning, I have an early morning doctor appointment. I want to die.

Back to the baseball game, which we lost. Dangit. We had the great misfortune of sitting next to some of the STUPIDEST, most obnoxious angry drunk guys EVER! Eight long innings of:

“Your Mama!”

“No, your mama…..”

“Oh yeah? Don’t you guys have boy-band practice or something?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Will you guys all shut up and watch the game?”

“Hey, look at Mullethead down there! Why don’t YOU shut up!?”

“Well look at you in a visor, punk! Who wears a visor? What a loser, ponytail-boy.”

“Hey, look! He has braces! What? Did your mama pick those out?”

“Well, your mama…”

and of course there was the disgusting chant of, “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” I am completely serious.

Yeah, it was great. Eventually, the official “Alcohol Enforcement Team” showed up and kicked them out. Apparently, after some of them had kissed and made up, there was some sharing of alcohol between Losers #1, and the punk high school minors they were fighting with. Un-be-freaking-leavable. Aside from getting the highly condensed version, you’re also getting the highly cleaned up version. There were foul expletives being shouted all over the place. I am SO glad we didn’t have the girls with us. That would have been awful. As it was, Nate and I had the good sense to keep our comments between us, and we laughed through most of it. To be honest, I was quite incredulous.

You expect some of that at a game, particularly when fans of the visiting team are being loud, condescending, and drawing as much attention to themselves as possible. One of the Angels fans was so drunk at the beginning of the game, it took him, (no lie), FOUR tries to actually say Seattle.

Towards the beginning of the game, before things got really interesting, I did some Mother’s Day knitting. That’s all the mention of needle craft we have for the day. Sorry. On the plus side, and despite the fact that we lost, I had the pleasure of seeing Gil Meche pitch. I’ve always liked him. Even when he’s in a slump.