Please excuse me while I wallow in a moment of self-pity...
The day was July 20, 1993. SWV had the number-one song in the country with "Weak." A mediocre Dodgers team lost to the Phillies, 8-2, but had an emerging superstar named Mike Piazza went 1-for-4 on his way to one of the best rookie campaigns in MLB history.
And I was working on my 20th birthday at the Dunmore Pizza Hut. It was miserable, and I swore I would never work on my birthday again.
I've stayed true to my promise for 14 years, until now. I have no choice but to work, as the P-Nats start a homestand tonight and I have to be here. But at least I get to be at a ballpark, right? That's what I had convinced myself of until the very first thing we did this morning was..that's right, pulled the tarp. Here's an example of what that is like:
Oh, well, no worries. Tonight will still be fun, and maybe next year there won't be a home game, and I can be drunk by noon on the beach like I normally am.
3 comments:
LETS GO TARP!!! Happy B'lated B'Day BK! and to the Pink One! Hope you had a great time at the game at least. Next year while you're working for the Dodgers it should be better! HE HE Maybe they'll let you throw out the opening pitch b/c it's ur burfdae!
I really hope it rains tonight.
Aw! Next year you will be at the sunny beach drinking your Capn with an umbrella in it.
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