I'd love to add a few more notes on Saturday's game, alas I made none. As you can see by the photograph below I took a very bloggy approach to reporting on The Tilt In T.O. Rather than "make notes or observations during the game" I "heckled Chipper Jones, drank beer and ate nachos." Rather than "use a professional camera to preserve the moment for posterity", I chose to "snap a couple pix with my camera phone in the last inning, more to test my sobriety than capture the images." Here's my view from the swanky seats the Reverend scored us.
Look at all those people standing. Can you believe it? I sure as shit can't. Both Stoeten and Parkes went over this today, but where the fuck are these people all summer long? In my experience people treat Jays games in one of three ways:
- A non-event that happens to take place in a giant, overpriced bar with a huge cover. The kind of people that would visit the Government in search of an authentic Toronto club experience.
- A visit made out of duty, generally without much joy. This encompasses both die-hard fans hanging on to their sanity by a thread and day-trippers taking the office seats out for a spin.
- Personal guests of the Jamie Campbell Octogenarian Society
Blue Jays stuff. They're still playing?
Indeed they are, some very well. Lyle Overbay not so much, but Scott Rolen happens to be swinging the bat like a motherfucking riot. I know it's only Spring Training, but that is the beauty of Spring Training! The cherries are still ripening, so you can pick the fresh ones (Brad Mills only gave up
Update: I'm an idiot. Brett Cecil didn't pitch today. Whatever. CHERRIES AND GRAPEFRUITS GO HAND IN HAND