Boo.
Boo, I say!
It was so bad that I inhaled a sausage and peppers sandwich directly next to the concession stand, by myself, and "enjoyed" a particularly terrible inning on the closed circuit television there. In silence. Alright, not completely in silence, I was choking and swearing afterall. But I did return to my seat with mustard on my face. Honestly, who cared at that point? Friggin' Sox.
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