6.04.2008
Drinkin' Game
Well Oliver Perez certainly didn't have it tonight. If being yanked in the first inning is the ultimate insult for a starting pitcher, then being yanked in the first inning against the Giants is something worse than that. As for being yanked in the first inning against the Giants with the pitcher coming up....
It always gets interesting in our little corner of the world when the Mets come to town. The man most responsible for our company having the season tickets that I manage to hog each year is one of those rabid, beyond-all-reason Mets fans. He's also one of those types who seems to--well let's just say Teh Alcohols seem to follow him around particularly when it comes to such momentous occasions as the Mets' only visit to San Francisco all year.
But that's not the only reason this was a Drinkin' Game. For one, it was another one of those cold and windy nights at the Call Center that I frankly don't see any way of enjoying/tolerating/surviving without a healthy dose of booze in the bloodstream. For another, my bottle of Johnnie Walker Black had been confiscated by security at the turnstile the day before, so I was out for revenge. (Always carry it on your person if you can; nobody has the time or inclination to pat down 40,000 doughy baseball fans.)
One flask of Beam and one large bottle of Suntory later, mission was accomplished. All of this is a roundabout way of saying, mistakes were made on the scorecard.
It always gets interesting in our little corner of the world when the Mets come to town. The man most responsible for our company having the season tickets that I manage to hog each year is one of those rabid, beyond-all-reason Mets fans. He's also one of those types who seems to--well let's just say Teh Alcohols seem to follow him around particularly when it comes to such momentous occasions as the Mets' only visit to San Francisco all year.
But that's not the only reason this was a Drinkin' Game. For one, it was another one of those cold and windy nights at the Call Center that I frankly don't see any way of enjoying/tolerating/surviving without a healthy dose of booze in the bloodstream. For another, my bottle of Johnnie Walker Black had been confiscated by security at the turnstile the day before, so I was out for revenge. (Always carry it on your person if you can; nobody has the time or inclination to pat down 40,000 doughy baseball fans.)
One flask of Beam and one large bottle of Suntory later, mission was accomplished. All of this is a roundabout way of saying, mistakes were made on the scorecard.
Brian Horwitz and Co.
The Ollie Apologists
