Spicing Up The Ballpark

I recently attended a Cleveland Indians game and was observing how the sport of baseball, our "national pastime", really is a pretty slow paced and arguably boring game. Some may say this is blasphemy, but if I don't have a beer in my hand then really... why am I there?

I was trying to think of other ways to spice up the playing field so fans could enjoy different levels of excitement when play begins to drag and I came up with a rather simple solution. Starve a couple of dogs and let them fight to the death in right field.

That should bring a couple fans to the ballpark.

Nerd Alert

Alright, I have to admit that I have become that stereotypical Miller Lite commercial nerd. I am entering my 4th season in a fantasy football league and this year, for some reason, it has become all consuming. I am doing nightly research, making trades to help me build for the future (since it is a league in which you keep the same players year after year) and find myself thinking about it as I lay down to sleep.

My next big trade is giving Shaun Alexander up for my life back, but no one seems to be biting.

Go Browns

A Fond Farewell To Friends

To every and all, I wanted to send a note saying thanks so much for attending the 603 farewell bash. Laughter and a killed keg are always signals of a fantastic time and hopefully everyone else had as much fun as myself. Be it a game of telephone, shots of homemade lemon chill, boche (pronounced bo-che, per Alex), belt-buckle bottle opening and roaming muscle-bound freaks... a good time was had.

Please keep checking this so I can make my best attempts to stay in touch and come and visit as you will all always have an open door and comfy couch with your names on it.

-MB

You Are Out Of Order

Okay, so I was back in my hometown of Cleveland, OH this weekend and met up with some friends of mine. It was to be a short evening of catching up and nothing much. Sitting there, I notice an older female (45ish) with some friends at the other end of the bar. She is "nonchalantly" staring.

Conversation continues and nothing else is noticed. After some time, said lady makes her way down to our end of the bar (which is confined and not easy to occupy outside our group of three). She shuffles past my two friends and approaches me. She leans into my ear and says

"I'm not sure what your situation is, but I just wanted to pay you a compliment"

"ok"

"I saw you when you came in and I need to tell you... you look like a man who knows how to hold court"

"thanks?"

"I am serious, you look like someone who knows how to hold court"

"Are those Jordache jeans you're wearing?"

Of all the responses I could have used, somehow that one seemed the most appropriate. After consideration, I will allow it. Objections overruled.