I Survived the Big Birds

First off, my feet hurt but not as bad as they did last night. I stood all of Friday's game with the big birds and half of Saturday's. But once the regular season starts on Thursday, i should have a seat. It was cool. I think i have been down playing it, but meeting the STL team wasn't that big of a deal for me. I just wanted to talk to Bryan Barton their Rule 5 guy from the Indians. Though i did make a few of the male interns day by "making" them take the box to the visiting clubhouse. Some of the other inters don't believe him, but he really didn't care. 

I have to figure out something to eat before the games. I cannot live off of hot dogs! that won't be good for my hands. Which, like on cue, are twice their size. So i might have to bring pb&j sandwiches for me. And i definitely just can't eat. That is definitely out of the picture. 

The drunk dialer... I asked someone if he was the caller but he's not. Though he said that he wished he was. Plus he doesn't have my number. I kinda wished he was tho. I might have an extra ticket to the Ben Folds concert on Wednesday, my brother might punk out on me. He's getting really busy with his senior show and all. I kinda wanna ask the one who wasn't the drunk dialer. I must get everything done for the next week and a half done. So that is one less thing to worry about. 

Wish me luck, guys!