Boobies and Balls

 

 

 

I don't know about you, but I loves me some baseball. Shout out to Jen for getting us some REALLY good tickets to the Royals on Thursday night. We tailgated, where we had no screw driver to put together the grill, so the Mister MacGyver'd that shit. Jen and I trying to be all like Girl Scout style made sure we had food and beer. When we got there, I asked Jen for a beer and she looks at me and says, “It’s in the cooler.” I look at her and slowly say, “No, it isn’t.” #epictailgatefail It was a good thing our fourth had brought some beers too and was willing to share. Will I buy PBR? No. Will I drink it for free? Yes.

 

We go into the game and as we are walking to our seat people are yelling and flailing about. Me? I think nothing of this and continue on my merry way while Jen and The Mister both duck.  A foul ball flew right in front of me, bounced of the wall, and landed smack in my left side boob. I CAUGHT A BALL WITH MY BOOB! Without spilling my beer.  My classy ass then proceeds to yell “I caught it bitches!!!” #keepingitclassy

The rest of the game was par for the course. Except for us sitting next to scouts and trying to figure out who they were scouting. Why wouldn’t they just tell Jen?! She was really nice when she went up to them and asked.  I want to know! I need to know! 

Saturday, Jen and I went to a signing event and I got my foul ball signed by Billy Butler, the designated hitter, and Jen got a Billy bobblehead signed. Now, I need to frame my ball and it will be a story I tell forevs. My boobie caught a ball. 

What fun sports stories do you have? Tell me, I want to hear ‘em! Oh, and if you don't follow me on Instagram you totes should I post pics of my adventures as they happen IRL :)