So I'm going to see the Riverhawks tonight... and it makes me feel good that even if wealthy bastards will kill this season, I can always watch minor league baseball.
I mean, it's that hometown feeling you get while watching a game that you paid $5 for. Hell... I can even say I watched a promising Dallas Cowboys QB play here five years ago... that, and stand by Mitch Robinson as he got hit in the shnoodies by a errant baseball. :>
And you get two for one. Saw a twi-night doubleheader in Frederick between the Keys and the Cannons on Saturday night for some double-barrel Carolina League action. Two seven-inning games of great ball and fewer Washington area yuppies who pay $35 to bullshit during the game(sorry about that rant but jesus I was sitting in box seats at an O's-Mariners day game a couple of weeks back and these four goofs in front of us were talking about and paying attention to anything but the game, even when Ichiro fouled off a long drive two feet over from them).
Ah, but you see, Bull Durham is one of those sneaky chick flicks disguised as a sports movie. This is a rather ideal choice, in fact, for when you're trying to get your girlfriend to watch something that doesn't involve Julia Roberts. [/bitter]