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living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


bundle up...it's baseball season

Hit the Giants game tonight with my friend Scott. Scott and I had a bet on the Super Bowl. I picked the Pats. Scott picked the points. Scott won tickets to a game at Pac Bell.

The Giants pulled out a 4-3 victory tonight over the Phils in a game featuring six solo home runs. Even the Giants starter, Jason Schmidt, launched one into the left field seats.

The dude in front of us was a pain, standing up and mock-bowing every time Barry came to the plate. What's up with that? Clearly this dude had some bad karma, as Barry failed to reach base for the first time since 1997. The only redeeming thing about this obnoxious fan was his "Duck the Fodgers" button. Despite his state of impaired sobriety, at least he had his priorities straight when he dressed for the game.

Fortunately, Scott came to the rescue with hot peanuts and bags of kettle corn. And the old-timers behind us kept reminiscing about John "Count of" Mountefusco. Now that's old school!


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