Crazy as a Billygoat
A couple of plans changed this afternoon, and I found myself at the Phillies' game with my grandfather. First time I've done that in a while. Great little nostalgic moment as we had our traditional pregame conversation. Hal: You got your raingear?
Jake: I'm pretty sure it's not going to rain.
Hal: It might rain.
Jake: Yeah it might.
Hal: And if it does, you'll be sorry you didn't bring raingear.
Jake: Nah. I'll be alright. I don't mind getting wet.
Hal: Suit yourself, but, if you ask me, you're crazy as a billygoat.And equally great text message from one of my cousins during the game.My grandfather's seats are about 10 rows back between first base and home plate, and when left handed hitters come up to the plate, and the TV people put that little banner across the bottom of the screen that says Jimmy Rollins, 2-3, 2B, SB, 2R, people watching TV can see whoever's sitting in the seats. Beginning of the second inning, Parker texts:Guy in the maroon next to you is a goon.A goon he was. A goon with a totally sweet mustache.
Jake: I'm pretty sure it's not going to rain.
Hal: It might rain.
Jake: Yeah it might.
Hal: And if it does, you'll be sorry you didn't bring raingear.
Jake: Nah. I'll be alright. I don't mind getting wet.
Hal: Suit yourself, but, if you ask me, you're crazy as a billygoat.And equally great text message from one of my cousins during the game.My grandfather's seats are about 10 rows back between first base and home plate, and when left handed hitters come up to the plate, and the TV people put that little banner across the bottom of the screen that says Jimmy Rollins, 2-3, 2B, SB, 2R, people watching TV can see whoever's sitting in the seats. Beginning of the second inning, Parker texts:Guy in the maroon next to you is a goon.A goon he was. A goon with a totally sweet mustache.
