Caught an O's game on a whim today. Got to the stadium half an hour late, and a scalper came running up. Offered me a $50 ticket for $15 bucks. I said, "Man, that's all the cash I have, this better be legit." And he goes, "Course it's legit! What chu think I stand around hea all day fo!?"
So I did it. turns out it was row 7, section 34: literally 20 feet behind the plate. I could see into both dugouts, make out Vlad's nose hairs, and tell which version of chewing tobacco each player uses. It was f***ing badass. I even got to watch an O's fan heckle Johnny Damon so badly that you could tell it visibly shook him up (Damon struck out that at bat). I also got to listen to two lawyers behind me discuss their representation of the scum of the Earth. Also really rad. Super bummer I didn't bring my camera.
Got back from the game, turned on the tube and caught a skate comp going down on ESPN. The first place purse was 150,000 thousand f***ing dollars. Not kidding. Frost was there, of course.
But so were some sleepers, dudes I worship but never envisioned seeing shred on TV. Pretty sick.
Sickest of all, though: I caught a Real Skateboards commercial! Can't believe they have the money for that. Kinda weird, kinda conflicting, but mostly sick. Max Schaff forever.
