throwing out the first pitch. ask yourself, will he get booed or cheered?
imagine if everywhere you went, this is what the reaction was?
personally i couldnt give two craps what people think of me, but still, opening day is one of the happiest days in any baseball fan’s year – especially if they have tickets to the home opener. so to be greeted thusly sorta means something.
today the LA Times sports section had a sweet lil Q&A with every girl’s dreamboat, John Krasinski, who stars in “The Office”. LAT’s Jerry Crowe asked him some questions about sports because Krasinski is in George Clooney’s new football movie “Leatherheads”. Bro says that he used to play football in middle school, played basketball in high school and even ran cross country.
But when it came to talking about pro sports, the Newton Mass prettyboy (who now lives in LA) showed that when it comes down to knowing where Kobe’s office is, he doesn’t know jack.
Do you go to Lakers games?
I actually don’t. I think I made a promise to a bunch of Boston fans that I would try not to be caught dead in Lakers Stadium.
she always has a movie. she knows i dont like movies.
she comes over anyways. with her movie.
“youre a hip guy. you will like this.”
does anyone wanna be called hip? is that a new term among the youth of america? i thought it was something old people used to say.
people try to call each other cats nowadays. cant say i like that either.
she brought over me you and everyone we know. she knows i dont go to the movie store.
we used to watch movies on the leather couch but that only led to one thing – me sleeping. so now we watch in my bedroom.
yes i have a tv in there too. she thinks its b/c of her.
maybe it is.
loved the movie. she was right.
she was making ice cream. no not scooping ice cream into bowls, like human beings do. she was making ice cream, like what an insane cheerleader would do. because it’s “fun”. when i laughed at this one scene in the movie.
she was in the kitchen and came running in because apparently my laugh sounds like someone who is hurt. “whats the matter?” she asked still holding a wooden spoon.
so unlike anything i ever expected at this stage of my blogging career.