Braves Tickets Fall Through

National anthem

Tim Hudson, Braves ace and professional BB extraordinaire

Oh Canada, #2 on all-time best national anthems (France #1)

Cotton candy has high gross margins ($5/bag)

All-in, CC, and the Big Guy before the Braves game.

We barely made it to the radio station for the tickets when they informed me that I had won two tickets, not the three that the girl had told me (not sure if they believed me) and that the tickets were for a suite with min age of 21 (thanks for nothing). I ended up shelling out an obcene amount for three dugout seats (row 20 behind the 3rd base dugout on the home plate side of the dugout). All-in has a bit of a connection to the Braves as he almost sent John Smoltz back to the operating table. He was in Carly Smoltz pre-K class and was invited to her birthday party. I, of course, had a conflict, so Sweetie took him. They're doing some sort of sissy craft thing, and All-in blows it off to go push Smoltz into the foam mosh pit then proceeds to jump all over him. This with Smoltz on his cell a few months after his reconstructive surgery on his shoulder or elbow (I forget). Sweetie almost got into fisticuffs with Greg Maddux as she tried to pull into a parking space one morning while Maddux was backing out. I picked the boys up once, was on a call waiting for school to let out, and look up then say to the guy on the phone, "There's Greg Maddux." Maddux, of course, is from Vegas.

I have a call in a bit, so I'll post again after the call. Braves weren't horrible, just not good enough to beat the Blue Jays. Both boys really were into it, which I didn't expect. We kept yelling, "Hit it over he-uh (here)," which I learned from folks at the Fenway right field bleachers seats. I was doing work for Digital Equipment in Hudson and snuck into Boston to see a game. Had no directions, and it seems no one can actually give directions in Boston. Toll booth guy was wrong, I thought Boston University was Fenway and parked, jumped on a trolley that needed exact change (tossed me off), cabbed it to Fenway, got out only to not be at the box office, asked a Boston cop inside the fence where the box office was, he tells me to wait (I wait), he comes back and says, "I thought I had a good ticket, but here is one in the right field bleachers." I say OK (not sure if you're supposed to bribe Boston cops, so I don't), enter with my complimentary ticket, head to these insane folks in right field. One lady screams, "Go Mo, ya-hoo!" every time Mo Vaughn comes up to bat, they're all half watching the game but constantly involved, chatting up the right fielder (can't remember who they played). Somehow found my rental car and made it back to the bed and breakfast that I stayed at in Hudson. It had carousel ponies and a field that had two golf holes, so I would hit 8-irons after work each day.

And the Braves lost 6-3, 3-19 in their last twenty-two games.