I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, the Angels are still Anaheim, and I will never call them the Los Angeles Angels or any derivation thereof. Sorry, it’s just not going to happen.
Yeah, I saw my second baseball game in a week. It’s not my fault, but I’m happy to have so many opportunities to have fun. Life is anything but fun right now. Other than baseball and drinking…I don’ really know or care what’s up at the moment.
Hey, enjoy some photos from the baseball, complete with captions:
Tailgating, drinking a few beers, waiting for the remainder of our party to arrive.
Nicci shows off her borrowed Red Sox earrings and tough-girl face.
Tom looks mad. Nicci looks for Ken and KT from the back of my car.
Nate and Ken share a moment.
Oh, five minutes 'til game time? I guess we need to shotgun or chug one more beer each.
Not really PBR fans, are you? Yeah, me neither.
KT has the same excited expression in every photo.
Nicci captioned this photo, "Determined. A little chubby."
Jered Weaver warms up.
John Lackey pitches.
Who is that, Izturis? He probably didn't get a hit.
Ken: Portrait Of Sports Fan (Prentice Hall Press, 2014)
Red Sox threaten with a runner on second base.
Celebration. Sox take the lead.
The view from our seats without zoom lens enhancement.
Fireworks for a Bobby Abreu homerun
Abreu rounds third and heads home.
Tom's hearing voices again. What does "Go the distance" mean? Who is Archibald "Moonight" Graham?
Hazy celebratory stroll back to the car after a Red Sox victory. Let's go drink the rest of the beers and party with those other kids from Boston who parked behind us! We can listen to "Dirty Water," "Tessie" and "Joy To The World" and pretend we're in Boston.
The Standells – Dirty Water
Dropkick Murphys – Tessie
Three Dog Night – Joy To The World
