2004 Baseball

White Sox 9 Tigers 2

Wednesday Night
Comiskey Park
With Jamie, Marc, and Gary

The mantra of the night from Marc, “Will this get me in the write-up?” His first attempt to make the write-up came before the game even began when we noticed how annoyingly loud the sound system was at the game. Marc said he would take care of it and disappeared. He is always the first to rush out and complain to a movie theater attendant when something doesn’t meet his Miramax trained specifications. He was eager to prove his mettle in unfamiliar environs. At first, his complaint to guest relations seemed to have just been brushed off, but amazingly the sound seemed to be much quieter by the 2nd inning. Balgavy comes through in the clutch again!

In the bottom of the 1st, I tried to call Sujan so we could boo Roberto Alomar together when he hit. Unfortunately, she didn’t answer (A rerun of The "Gilmore Girls" must have been on) so I had to boo him by myself. The game was pretty uneventful. Aaron Rowand’s grand slam in the 1st ended any sort of possible drama.

The highlight of the game was easily the beer vendors. One of them played the angry guy schtick and rolled his eyes and uttered “Jeesh” when people wouldn’t order beer. But the best was the stoner surfer guy. He surfaced every couple innings or so to deliver in his Spicoli drawl, “No one wants any beer, right?” Finally, we couldn’t take it anymore and Marc bought a beer from the guy and made him pose for a picture. The vendor let a smile momentarily slip. His cultivated character was momentarily revealved before he immediately was able to regain it.

It was also fun to catch up with old friend Gary about old high school chums. I’d been wondering what Cass Snider was up to these days.

After the game we had to get the hell out of Chicago so we had enough time to party in Rockford, Illinois.

From Marc’s blog posted in the middle of the night:

there are guys behind me "fragging" things
jamie, dan and i are at an internet cafe in rockport, illinois. we saw a baseball game at us cellular field this evening. we narrowly avoided the rain. oh, and i'm a little bit drunk. we were at the bar next door...well, three doors down. we had a drink or two and then took a right at the stripmall and popped into what i'm calling an internet cafe, but what is really a place filled with black lights and people playing first person shooter games.

hmm, let see. so far the trip has involved a lot of driving. and i meant to dance at the bar next door, but neither dan nor i had our cameras, so that made the dancing totally unnecessary. although jamie claimed he'd be able to record it with the camera in his mind. no dice. boo yah!!!!!

okay, here's the thing. internet, I NEED YOUR HELP. bat-girl was kind enough to post jamie's request asking for things to do in minneapolis. unfortunately, the printer here doesn't work. would someone mind printing the comments and faxing them to us at the red roof inn in rockFORD (turn out rockport is a shoe company!!! - who knew???)???? red roof inn. rockford, il. we'll try to leave by 9am (right!) CENTRAL TIME. so that gives you some time...but, please, someone help us out. those suggestions sound good. sorry i don't have the fax number, there, but i'm sure you can find it. unfortunately, i don't know when i'll have internet access again. it's like i've been kidnapped on some kind of crazy baseball trip!!!! but i decided i wanted to do it. and i'm wholeheartedly embracing it, including checking my fantasy stats at this internet cafe. jamie just called the comments """ALLL GOLD"""". don't know why there are extra quotes...but that just means YOU MUST COME THROUGH FOR US. I WILL BAKE YOU COOKIES. thanks a millions, dawgs!!!!

UPDATE _____ MOST IMPORTANT _______
***** i am not that lazy, i found the fax number for the motel Fax: (815) 398-9761*****
attention marc balgavy - room 246.

The helpful Kevin Fanning came through in the clutch for us. When we awoke, the fax was already waiting for us. For more, check Balgavy’s blog.

Posted by dan at August 18, 2004 09:25 PM