Painful...

I'm listening to the Roadrunners baseball game on the radio and they are down 15-1 in the bottom of the 8th inning. It has been a rather exciting game as our pitcher Shannon was ejected in the 4th inning after hitting a batter (which was BS... i would have hit that mother fucker too after the previous batter jacked a grand slam that still hasn't landed. As long as it's not a pitch beamed at someones head I think there should always be a warning first). Then in the 6th inning the new pitcher hit the same guy that Shannon had hit in the 4th. The guy charged the mound and there was a bench clearing brawl... I swear I miss them all. They had a huge fight at home last season and it just happened to be one of the like 4 games that I missed.

One of my dad's friends who has season tickets behind us says that it's funny to watch me at the games... I wonder if it has anything to do with all the cringing and yelling I do.

WHOOOOO-HOOOOO Ryan just scored... now it's 15-2. 14 more in the 9th inning with one out and we've got the W.

Mmm... yeah didn't quite work out. We lost 15-2. New field tomorrow new luck. Shake things up and see what happens.