Dear god

Dear God it was hot today. Gabe, Mark (not of TGTBATB) and I met up with some good people at the Rockies game and had a nice time. Everything was expensive except for the tickets (rockpile tix, friendshipizing w/usher who clearly approved of youthful mischief allowed for closer viewing), and in the words of one of the good people we met up with, Coors Field "financially and emotionally raped us." Also, I drank a 2 liter of the official non-alcoholic Jew beverage seltzer and half a liter of Coke in less than three innings. Shade never came. Ever.

Gabe, Mark and I also left after the first game, sadly enough, due to Madden. We bailed on the Rox, having already seen a sweet extra-inning victory and hungry for Madden. Basically, we did the Dodger fan thing and left about halfway through the event, although we didn't arrive late nor did we steal our team from Brooklyn.

So we went to a Madden tournament which I did very poorly in due to a variety of factors including but not limited to: Sean King's fake 99 speed, a fictitious wideout for the opposing team that caught 200 yards worth of passes, bad controllers, jerk opponent, jerk host, small television, recent ban on performance-enhancing steroids, indefference of administrators to the various factual inaccuracies of the rosters i.e. sean king's 99 speed, the game being played on Pro instead of All-Madden, employee pricing on general motors vehicles, my ailing quadriceps, the game ending after the third quarter which nobody told me about until halfway through the third, and Trevor Price's ammended 99 speed which successfully eleminated any scrambling threat that Donnavan McNabb had in his brain.

Come to think of it, why am I writing instead of playing Madden?