Indians vs. Braves June 16th

Warning: By the end of this Post, there is a chance you may think I am a terrible person, petty, and judgemental. Nice to meet you.

It appears if there is a way for me to not enjoy a pleasantly sunny Saturday watching John Smoltz pitch a winning game for the Braves, in which Edgar Renteria goes 5-5, and the Ballpark gives away sample hotdog wieners all during Batting Practice. Simply hold the game in Cleveland.

While I am trying to reduce the amount of qualifiers I use while speaking and in writing, I must say that this is not about the city and honestly don't see it as a "Mistake by the Lake." Unless that mistake is exemplified by a few individuals I was privy to experience at the ball game.

The first I have no photo of, and will therefore briefly state that there is nothing more pathetic than a middle aged single drunk man unable to accept that other people may cheer for teams other than his own. I'd delve further into this, but the bottom line is that the man had the confrontational abilities of a middle school child.

Secondly, if my veiled opinions on the majority of tattoos haven't surfaced yet, then I will go ahead and tell you. If I had dated my body during my life with images represantative of myself, I would have to pretend to not mind the Inspector Gadget, Natty Light Label and Irish Shamrock on a non Irish man simply because I would have no other choice in order to save face. The only tattoos I agree on are Armed Services tattoos after you are done with war, or a rendition of my face should I meet an untimely death. There may be other exceptions of course, but when a woman sits down in front of me with a tattoo of this on her shoulder

Lets just say that I don't plan on approaching her in a bar anytime soon. She doesn't exactly seem like the marrying type.

Speaking of marrying, Congratulations to Dave and his new bride! Nothing says romance like a proposal by a baseball mascot on the big screen.

Do you think, with all of the superstitions that involve marriages and weddings, that the fact that their team lost on the day he proposed is a bad omen?

At least he's not this guy.

So there it is. My petty, soapbox post about my experience in Cleveland. I'd have a seperate post about the city as a whole, but after the game I got the Hell out of of there.