Take me out to the ballgame (again) ...
The guy has got to be getting sick of going to baseball games, right? No way! Last night's game at PGE Park in downtown Portland was a throwback to the halcyon days of going to a game with a group of mates, old and new, and not having to justify spending your whole week's paycheck on entry, washing down some multi-million dollar crybaby's poor performance with overpriced beer and manufactured food.
Cost of entry? $7.
A beer? $2.
A delicious hot dog? Well, to quote The Man Show's Jimmy Kimmel, the hot dog may have cost $5, but the condiments were free!
An awesome night at a minor league game? Priceless.
Thirsty Thursday doesn't harm attendance either. I was joined by 9,156 others - most of them standing in the beer garden adjacent to the field - which was more than double the number of punters on the previous night. The girls dressed up as if the place was a night club/meat market and the fellas, like yours truly, scrubbed up pretty good too.
Just don't ask me who won the match between the Portland Beavers and the Las Vegas 51s as we left shortly after the sixth inning when they stopped serving the amber fluid to find some other watering holes. One was called Marathon and the bouncer had a mullet worse than Billy Ray Cyrus. Then it was off to Scooter's. I walked in and the place looked all too familiar. It occurred to me that I went there before the Everclear concert at the neighbouring Crystal Ballroom during my last trip here. We had Jello shots and heaps of fun before Single Forever and I missed the last tram and luckily caught a cab with some dude who was going the same place we were. Single Forever described him on her blog as a "socially inept idiot" who wore a shirt with rude website address on it. She added: "Annoyed the hell out of me, but (we) also scored us a cheap cab. On the ride home, he kept adding "dot-com" to everything he said." I wholeheartedly agree with those comments.
He was as weird as the guy I met in the beer line at the baseball game claiming to be a star college quarterback who was a complete bust in the NFL. If you're going to pretend to be someone your not, why would you paint yourself as a pathetic loser? Apologies to the real Cade McNown, who hails from Portland but doesn't resemble the "failure" I was trying to reassure last night. It was entertaining though (looking at Cousin Slugg who said the blog was lacking quality). It seems I am still as gullible as ever. What was even more coincidental was that G.I. Vic and I were talking about dud NFL quarterbacks on our drive home from Seattle on Monday and his name temporarily eluded us.
Cost of entry? $7.
A beer? $2.
A delicious hot dog? Well, to quote The Man Show's Jimmy Kimmel, the hot dog may have cost $5, but the condiments were free!
An awesome night at a minor league game? Priceless.
Thirsty Thursday doesn't harm attendance either. I was joined by 9,156 others - most of them standing in the beer garden adjacent to the field - which was more than double the number of punters on the previous night. The girls dressed up as if the place was a night club/meat market and the fellas, like yours truly, scrubbed up pretty good too.
Just don't ask me who won the match between the Portland Beavers and the Las Vegas 51s as we left shortly after the sixth inning when they stopped serving the amber fluid to find some other watering holes. One was called Marathon and the bouncer had a mullet worse than Billy Ray Cyrus. Then it was off to Scooter's. I walked in and the place looked all too familiar. It occurred to me that I went there before the Everclear concert at the neighbouring Crystal Ballroom during my last trip here. We had Jello shots and heaps of fun before Single Forever and I missed the last tram and luckily caught a cab with some dude who was going the same place we were. Single Forever described him on her blog as a "socially inept idiot" who wore a shirt with rude website address on it. She added: "Annoyed the hell out of me, but (we) also scored us a cheap cab. On the ride home, he kept adding "dot-com" to everything he said." I wholeheartedly agree with those comments.
He was as weird as the guy I met in the beer line at the baseball game claiming to be a star college quarterback who was a complete bust in the NFL. If you're going to pretend to be someone your not, why would you paint yourself as a pathetic loser? Apologies to the real Cade McNown, who hails from Portland but doesn't resemble the "failure" I was trying to reassure last night. It was entertaining though (looking at Cousin Slugg who said the blog was lacking quality). It seems I am still as gullible as ever. What was even more coincidental was that G.I. Vic and I were talking about dud NFL quarterbacks on our drive home from Seattle on Monday and his name temporarily eluded us.
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