I was going to craft an interesting story, but it's too hot and I have stuff to do today.
But I got a chance to sit in the renovated bench seats in the first row of Dodger Stadium along the third base line. That's aisle 31B, row 1, seat 5 to be precise.
Before the game, Rafael Furcal wonders which rules he needs to obey:
At least somebody likes Kenny, it could be Kenny:
The Dodgers give their top pitching prospect a chance to throw out the first pitch:
Albert Pujols thinks to himself "I'm only at third? What did I do wrong this time? Did Jose Oquendo give me my Frequent On Base Points? I'm close to Premier status. If I get there, then Oquendo has to give me two bags of peanuts once I get to third."
Sorry this one is a little blurry, but it's interesting that in Antioch, California, Aaron Miles Day comes the day after Veterans Day. It's probably a cheap attempt by the people there to get an extra day off. I'm asking for Aaron Miles Day off this year at my job.
From this angle, what do I have more of? Chins, ears, red squares on my shirt, or white squares?