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Sox fan’s excitement runs down her leg

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

Have I ever shared with you my thoughts on Chicago? How about White Sox fans? I have? Oh, well hopefully you’ll enjoy this as much as I did last night. So I went to the Tigers game at U.S. Cellular. It was a pretty pathetic performance by the Tigers, losing 1-5 in a game they never really got started. After the game, I faced the intelligent wrath of a drunken Sox fan. He made sure to let me know that my team sucked, my Tigers jersey sucked, I sucked, and that his team was in first place - all while clapping his hands. Thanks, buddy, I look forward to seeing you and 75,000 like you at the Lions vs Bears game this fall. Anyway, on to the best part of the show. As we were leaving, I noticed two female Sox fans stumbling all over the ramp and sidewalk. Then I took a closer look… at the pants of the girl on the right. Much to my surprise, but thinking back I shouldn’t have been, she had completely wet herself. It’s one of those stories that I thought “people won’t get the full effect if I tell them.” So it’s a good thing my little camera has video mode and it’s a better thing there’s a site known as YouTube.




Rodriguez traded to the Evil Empire

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

Ivan Rodriguez

In a surprise move that no Tigers fan is truly thrilled about, Ivan Rodriguez was traded to the Yankees this afternoon for reliever Kyle Farnsworth. I did like the Farns with the Cubs and in his brief stint with us in 2005, but we’re giving up the man who turned the Tigers around. Ivan was the guy who got the ball rolling, coming to Detroit when we were horrible, to be reunited with general manager Dave Dombrowski. I’m going to truly miss Rodriguez’ smiling face behind the plate and around the basepaths.

NYC Vacation

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

Our NYC adventure was a red hot success. And by red hot, I mean it was in the mid to upper-90s while Eric and I roamed the streets. We arrived at JFK Airport after about 4 hours of sleep from the night before. At the end of our gate was our limo driver, holding what looked more like a torn napkin than a sign that read “EVERETT.” He took us to our car and we were off to Midtown Manhattan. (more…)