anyone who keeps score at a ball game is definitely okay with me.
he also plays really good music in his car. last night we heard curtis mayfield’s greatest hits. it was super great. last time it was the new johnny cash record.
howard’s also got some secret plans he’s working on that im terribly jealous of.
thanks to howard’s generosity i got to formally meet steve smith from smythe’s world, got to hang out with my buddy matt and my pal basart (who i think has a web site, but im not sure if it’s open to the public).
we talked about a wide variety of important topics such as taxing Indian gambling, who the Dems need to nominate to beat Bush again next time, and the importance of laws that actually reflect the real beliefs of the taxpayers and not the made up morals of politicians who say certain things and pass certain laws not because they believe them but because they think they need to say those things to get re-elected.
i had a super dodger dog, nachos, and a diet coke.
we got to witness odalis perez pitch a complete game shut out.
i will forget the fact that dodger manager jim tracy took odalis out of the game with two outs in the ninth.
welch stood up and said, “hey, tracy, boooo.”
basart drank a budweiser from a plastic bottle.
i had a great time.
afterwards we all drank at the rustic where we met up with the beautiful emannuelle, the lovely charlie hornberger, the always energetic oswald q. tyler, and the leader of the free world mr. steve coulter who told me some juicy tsar secrets that made me extremely happy.
when i got home a college girl caught me on the instant messenger and typed some really nice dirty stuff and showed me some nudes.
the only thing that would have made it a perfect evening was if the cubs had won.
maybe next year.