Take Me Out To The Ball Game

I love going to the baseball game, but lately I've been more into the tailgating portion of the game. I love the little baby grill that we have and would roll around with the veggie kabobs we make. Since we are in public, I generally try to keep it more classy and just moan while I eat their gloriousness. We literally went to the Royals game and spent until the 6th inning in the parking lot. If some people that is a huge waste of money, it's all good because the Mister's dad gave us the tickets. We got the hook up. We were directly next to home plate in the fourth row. Truthfully, if we had known what pimpass seats these were we probably would have came in sooner... not much sooner since booze and food that we already paid for was with us in the parking lot and the Royals sucked it up. We did get to see Eric Hosmer hit a home run! Which resulted in Jen screaming "I love you and will have your Wolverine babies!" Why Wolverine you ask? I'll let you figure out for yourself. And we were so close, I'm sure that he heard her cray cray ass screaming about Wolverine and was all WTF? Oh, baseball the American past time and favorite sport of drunk asses everywhere.

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 :)

 

Go Royals!

My friend Jen got some bombass Royals tickets from work. They were in the Diamond Club, so we had our own actually little table to sit at and the nicest usher, Betsy! Jen and I usually go to a ton of Royals games, but this summer has been slightly different, with all of us turning into adults and shit. Having my summers off is great and all, but since I'm the only one it sorta blows to try and have shenanigans by yourself everyday. But this year? Everyone is super busy! You know buying houses, getting man friends, living life. So, Royals games have become a hot commodity in my world. It helps that they don't win that frequently, so when they do it's even more fun! It's all about perspective. 

I don't know about you but my friends and I are a LITTLE obsessed with Straw-ber-itas right now. Like we are gonna get in trouble to the point obsessed. Not that anyone needs to stage an intervention or anything. We kind like it this way. That is what our pre-game tailgating consisted of. Straw-ber-itas. Oh, and a Miller light for me since I had one. If you got it, drink it, right?

We went to the game with Kala's new bf. I don't think he wanted to be pictured, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. This was Jen's first time meeting Kala's man friend and I think he did very well with the gaggle of drunken beavers that he went to the game with. I mean, the 3 of us, free booze that comes right to us, and a winning game?! That is a recipe for the best time evah! I think the Royals played the Orioles and I think we won. That's what I remember of the actual game play.

What is your home town team? Do you go to games?