Long time no see. Anyway. What kind of dumbass goes to a Phillies game in the pouring rain? Me. That’s who. And Tim and Matt. Pouring frickin rain and we drive all the way down there, pay $10 for parking and then pay to get into the game. All the time it’s pouring rain. And not a drizzle. I swear you would need swimming lessons to survive what we were standing in. Turns out we stood in that for like 49.7 hours. Yes. It wouldn’t stop. I was never so cold in my entire life. I think Matt has hypothermia or something. My shoes won’t be dry for a month and a half. Anyway, it stopped raining for like 10 minutes sometimes… alright, enough to play 5 1/2 innings, but I don’t think it EVER stopped raining. Finally we left after I cried to the Marlins bullpen since they wouldn’t throw me a ball. I didn’t cry. We waited at least an hour after they stopped before we left and on the way home, they called the game. The Phillies lost 2-1. What a shock. At least there was this really hot chick under some sign in a white t-shirt. Too bad I needed winshield whipers on my glasses to see 5 feet in front of my face. But now my voice is gone so that’s about it. Tomorrow I’m flying back to Vegas. Who is Mike Jones? I don’t know ass. Shut up. Trade in your breakfast for this dannon frusion smoothie! I can’t believe you don’t shut up. I’m out.

I’m currently watching: Damage Control