Ticket(s) courtesy of Melizza, the nosebleed section queen.
Baseball, baby!
Okay. Let me state that I am not a baseball fan. I know zilch about baseball players except maybe Joe Di Maggio because he was married to Marilyn Monroe. Oh, and Babe Ruth, because his name sounds like a candy bar (which I know isn't named after him).
Anyone care to tell me why he was called Babe Ruth?
And please, don't burn me at the stake for not knowing their stats. Like I told you, I am not a baseball fan. But I do agree that Derek Jeter has a really sexy ass.
So anyway, Melizza, my brother and I went to watch the game at Shea Stadium in Queens.
The weather was fine, a bit cool but not chilly. Until we applied the law of altitude: the higher you go, the colder it gets.
Melizza and I were doing fine because we had our coats with us. Now here's my I-just-broke-up-with-my-girlfriend-of-two-months-and-got-myself-a-new-one-fifteen-minutes-after brother trying hard not to look like his butt was freezing:
Hah! Bad angle right back at yah!
Let me give you aerial shots of the game:
Aaah, the wonders of digital zoom. The players evolved from white dots to half-centimeter white and blue dots!
You see that weirdo with the wig? He's got gorgeous hazel eyes. I was trying to discreetly take a picture of his eyes but I don't want to be accused of being a pedophile. The kid was probably around thirteen, sariwang-sariwa pa! Hahaha, kadiri.
Sooo...at the bottom of the ninth (naks, parang alam ang pinagsasasabi), the Mets won, 9 to 3.
Melizza and I didn't even realize that the game was over because we were too busy doing the wave, watching the Kiss Cam (where the camera picks out couples in the crowd and they either kiss or try to eat each other alive) and eating exorbitant baseball food (a small bag of tortilla chips costs $5.25).
But to stick with tradition, pinatulan na din namin. Hotdogs, nachos and a beer (for Meme). I don't know why but I half expected coins and bottles of mineral water to be thrown at the field. Hahaha, UAAP, is that you?
Maybe the reason why they call it the nosebleed section is not because we were seated so high up the stands but because people get nosebleeds from the unbelievably jacked-up prices of food.
Which makes me wonder: If we got really good seats (meaning the dots moving around on the field are not just blobs of color but are actually humans), would the food be a lot cheaper since we paid more for the tickets?
The game ended at 10 and my brother and I ended up getting home at 1:30 am. We got lost in the subway. Ang labo kasi nung nagbigay ng directions eh (ahem, Melizza). When I saw that we were on 21st, I thought lumagpas na kami. So we went to the MTA lady and asked how to get to 34th. The fucking bitch looked at me like I was an idiot and said, "Read the signs."
She should be thankful that I was taught to respect elders so I bit my tongue and just walked away. But not without performing a voodoo ritual in my head to make her lose her ability to read. A curse on you and your family! Nyahaha!
No, I didn't do that at all. I am a Catholic school girl after all and my mother has brought me up well.
Melizza just came back from Amsterdam so she brought me pasalubong. Thank you, thank you!
Chocolates, Belgian waffles, a trinket and a keychain (not in picture). I know, bad lighting. I was in a hurry to eat the snacks to even bother about lighting. Buti nga nakuhanan ko pa eh.
Here's what the chocolates look like:
Astig.
My brother said that's how the blacks, Pinoys and whites do it. I was about to tell him that Pinoys can do all of them and are very creative (at least I know I am) when it comes to that but I didn't. Baka mamaya subukan pa nya, nalintikan na.
If any of you are planning on going to Amsterdam, drop by Priscilla's and bring me something back. Here's the information again:
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