I came home from marketing the other morning and Sarge greets me with:
"I got you a present!!!! Well, actually it's more of a presnt for you that's for me."
You know I don't like Victoria's Secret! I tell him.
"I know that!!" He says. "It's much better! I got baseball tickets!!"
"They're for the Nationals, at the new stadium!"
Ok, I'll admit, this does kind of sound like a good time to me. We used to get tickets for an Orioles game about once a year whenever the Red Sox would play in Baltimore. But we have been slacking quite a bit the past two or so years. I know that Sarge probably bought the cheapest seats available, and is bringing me along so that I can keep Piko deGallo entertained, but I'm easily swayed by overpriced hot dogs, lemonade, and cotton candy.
Anyone want to take bets on how many innings we get through before Piko and I end up here?