If They Don't Win It's NOT REALLY a Shame.... I still ate a ton of popcorn.

T and I went to a Dodgers game last night. While I'm not a huge Dodgers fan, live pro baseball is never a disappointment.

Our seats were pretty fantastic. We were in the "Left Field Pavilion" Which is code for "LOUDER THAN HUD." Some guys a few benches from us were escorted from the park after booing a Giant's fan with a little too much enthusiasm. There was this guy painted all blue with large nipple rings who, rather than watching the game, spent the entire game as self-designated cheerleader/mascot, and another guy in our section brought at least ten beach balls, which he'd distribute whenever the Giants were at bat.


Here's T downing a world-famous Dodger Dog. Yes, it is better than a normal hot dog, although I suspect it has more to do with the fact you're eating it on a cool night outside in Los Angeles, which is not a bad place to be.

And me, working on a fairly ginormous bag of buttery overly salty popcorn. Yum nutrition.


And our co-workers/baseball Chum Bums, Derrick and Josh. Cheering for the Giants. In the cheap seats in Los Angeles. Trying to get us all beat up. Or shot.