4/26/2011 LEHIGH VALLEY IRONPIGS VS PAWTUCKET RED SOX

L 2-8

@ Coca Cola Park (Allentown, PA)

with Sam Fields

Almost Iron

The quest for a free giveaway leads you down a dangerous path. At least a stressful one. On Tuesday, Myself and Sam set out to attain a Ryne Sandberg bobblehead at the Lehigh Valley Ironpigs, the Phillies AAA affiliate, who were playing the Pawtucket Red Sox, the Red Sox AAA affiliate (obviously.) They call the AAA level of baseball the mini-show, since you're at the level just below the Big Show of the major leagues. AAA is basically the back-ups of your backups, in case there's some sort of injury. Therefore, its a lot of guys who have been in the majors and weren't good enough to stick around, or are washed up, with a few up and coming prospects. The Ironpigs, who started in the Lehigh Valley in 2008 after two decades of Scranton/Wilkes-barre Red Barons serving as the Phils' top farm team, have quickly led all of the minor leagues in attendance, despite also having one of the worst records in that time. This perplexes Sam, since Allentown couldn't support an independent Atlantic League team before that, but I think affiliating with the Phillies and having solid major league backing from a nearby popular Major League team helps a lot. Phillies fan, are, well, phanatical. Oh, that hurts just writing that.

Anyway, after a frustrating drive up to Allentown in which I almost tore off Sam's head in a dumb argument about traffic or something, we arrived an hour before the game was to start. Hall of Famer Ryne Sandberg, who is now the Manager of the Ironpigs, and probable successor to Charlie Manuel whenever Uncle Cholly decides to step down, also was Sam's idol growing up, because Sam is a traitor to his homeland of Michigan and grew up a big White Sox and Cubs fan. Even though we arrived an hour early, they were already out of bobbleheads. Fuck! Next bobblehead I try to get, on May 16th, the Harry Kalas bobblehead at Lehigh, I'm going to get there TWO hours ahead of time. 

Coca Cola Park, the home of the Ironpigs, is nothing special. First, the name. I bet you there's a dozen Coca Cola Parks in the United States. The overall feel of the park is kind of stale, and overly corporate. There's very little space anywhere that doesn't have some kind of advertisement, somewhere. For instance, I learned that night that "Pert Plus" is the official shampoo of the Ironpigs. Woopee! Its one of the few minor league stadiums I've seen that has a second level for people who pay more. There were about a million annoying homerisms, like "Doink!" everytime a ball would go foul. I can do without that crap. Its not the worst I've ever seen, but certainly nothing exciting.

That said, they do have some decent foods and beers there. For instance, I got an "Aw Shucks" roasted corn on the cob, which became my dinner, as well as a fruity lemony beer. It was "kung fu" night, meaning a million kids from the local karate team ran onto the field for something or other. There was also a bunch of 10 year old cheerleaders who did a routine. Remember how I complained about cheerleaders at baseball games? This was a hundred times more creepy. And last but not least, the grounds crew, which I suppose is some kind of annual thing, stripped to "I'm Too Sexy", which at least made up for the previously mentioned creepiness.

Onto the game itself. The Ironpigs have very few potential future Phillies, consistenting mostly of career minor leaguers or wash-outs, or just-not-good-enough-for-the-majors players. The main exception is the bullpen, in which Michael Schwimer, Andrew Carpenter, and Scott Mathieson all have a shot at making the Phils' bullpen in the next few years (Michael Stutes and Mike Zagurski are already filling in while Contreras and Romero heal on the DL), though Starting Pitcher Vance Worley also has a shot. That night, Eddie Bonine started for the 'pigs, who was a starter for Detroit last year for a bit and crashed and burned. He gave up four runs over six innings, not the worst showing in the world, except the Ironpigs can't seem to hit. Michael Schwimer came in relief. Now, I really like this guy. He writes a regular column over at phuturephillies.com, a blog that follows the Phillies' farm system. Tuesday night, he kind of melted down. It took him forty-one pitches to get two guys out, loading up the bases and allowing two runs. At this point, Sam exclaimed loudly, "This is like watching a funeral!"

I wonder if anyone knows the answer to this: I noticed there was a different First Base Coach every inning, always a player from the bench. Is that common in the minors?

The Pawtucket Red Sox did impress me on one thing. You almost never see fans of opposing teams at minor league games. There were, however, a fair showing of Red Sox fans in attendance. I hope at least some of them had made the trip from Boston or Rhode Island or whatever county in the state of New England they're from. (That was my attempt at insulting the small states).

Well, it's April, and I've been to five baseball games. I'm fucking 1-4. I must be a real sucker, because I've already had a hell of a lot of fun.

Pictures, Games Stats, and James's Stats under the cut:

The fun of random games or or Mets break through in windstorm.

Last week, my Western Michigan University friend came to visit for the week. Although since his engine died on the way and the visit did not start out well. We had a good time on the east coast and caught end of the most recent Houston Astros' visit to Citi Field in Queens.

Despite the play on the field, the new home of the New York Metropolitans is significantly better than the new place in the Bronx.


A view from the upper deck prior at the start of the game. Citi Field was built in such a way that you can see the game from just about anywhere in the stadium. Below is a picture from the lower deck.


The Mets broke their long home losing streak in beating the Astros 9-1. I was looking forward to seeing former Phillies J.A. Happ pitch but the Mets got the best of him. Going into this Thursday night game both teams were in last place and this season was not looking promising to either franchise.

As much as I do not want to admit it, Mets fans are good fans. There was an announced attendance of over 30,000. Considering the weather and the current anger of Mets fans, I was rather impressed with the support for the team. If you go to watch the Phillies beat the Mets in Queens, make sure to check out the Jackie Rotunda.



Fearless 2011 Mets prediction 72-90.
Fearless 2012 Mets prediction 72-90.
Fearless 2013 Mets prediction 72-90.

4/18/2011 PHILLIES VS MILWAUKEE BREWERS

L 3-6 IN 12 INNINGS

with Sam Fields and Ellie Levitt

Most Phillies nights I go to have some sort of significance. Either its a free give-away, a party, mother's or father's day, fireworks, or some kind of meet and greet. Then, there's that special time of the season. Yes, that's right. Dollar dog night! Hotdogs for a dollar instead of $3.50. They limit you to four at a time, but I like to call that dinner (or at least a warmup). 

I have a UPenn student, Ellie, doing a paper on me (Am I interesting enough to do a paper profile on? How'd I give off that impression?) So she accompanied me down the Walk Of Victory up Broad Street, asking me questions along the way. She grew up a Royals fan, well past the last time they were relevant, being born in the early '90s. I understand, being being in 1982, two years after the Phillies won their first title. But I got to talk about being an extreme sports nerd. Can't beat that.

Something I finally figured out at last year's two dollar dog nights I went to is that a fast way to an upset stomach is to eat a bunch of real meat hot dogs, the worst of the worst of a pig's body. I remember going to a game with Matt Dineen and getting a girgely belly pretty quickly. The only way to settle it was by eating a pint of Turkey Hill "Graham Slam" ice cream. (Go figure.) But the next game, in late September versus the Braves with a big crew of people, I decided to eat the veggie dogs instead since a lot of people in the crew were vegetarians. No problem! I ate like 8 of them, and I felt totally fine. Okay, that's the lesson here folks... don't trust ballpark meat. $7 coors lites and sweaty hotdogs are a bad bad combination. Luckily, the Phillies ballpark has a lot of delicious veggie options.

Just ask Prince Fielder, the Brewers' all-star slugger first baseman. He's a really big guy. And a vegan. (full disclosure, I was a vegetarian for seven years, but these days I don't have any restrictions, so I don't have an agenda here.) I got to see him that night, mostly striking out and once arguing with the ump, which I looove when players or managers do.

Sam looking sharp, after arriving any damn well time he pleases

Sam, who never writes in this blog and I fully plan on immanent domaining this blog from him if I do another four posts and he does none, arrived like he usually does, fashionably late, in the 2nd Inning. I am pretty into getting to games early, so you're not in a rush to your seat and you can watch players warm up and take in the spectacle of weirdness/awesomeness of masses of people coming together for the same thing. For instance, you can spot the Fan Groups. In the past, there was the original Wolf Pack, a group of fans who liked Randy Wolf when he pitched for the Phils and dressed up like werewolves. As the Phillies got popular, they seemed to disappear as getting tickets got harder. Luckily, fan groups seem to also be making a comeback, as I've seen them re-appear late last year and this year. For instance, Howard's Homers, who never really went away, have made some appearances (they dress like Homer Simpson). I've also seen Doc's Patients (dressed in medical gowns), and this game I saw Chooch's Conductors (I'm assuming dressed in train gear, but I was too far away to see.)

It also lets me goof around on my phone for a little bit. Some cool news; I'm helping put together a softball team of punks, radicals, and nerds, with the help of the infamous West Philly Waste (thanks Katie Jacoby! She suggested South Philly Scum, though we'll have to vote democratically)

During the game, Ellie tried to move over to where we were sitting. Normally the ushers are pretty chill about people moving around in the cheap seats, and they are only strict about people trying to upgrade to the 100 section. (it was nice back when I knew a security guard who'd tell the usher to go away). However, tonight a real nazi fascist stalinist jerko was working as an usher, telling people not to put their feet on the seats, actually kicking out people who tried to move after the 4th inning, and yelling at people who put their beer in weird places. Screw that usher.

Jerk in a staff jacket

The game itself started as another pitchers duel between the Brewers Marcum and Joe Blanton. Poor old Joe. He's been deridden as the 5th pitcher all offseason. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed to see Joe. Saturday's game versus the Marlins had been rained out, so all of the Phil's starting pitchers got moved up a day in schedule. Originally I would of seen Roy Halladay, the machine. Instead, I saw Fat Joe the pitcher. Okay, that's mean. Joe pitched pretty well, going 7 innings. The Brewers went ahead a run on a Madsen turn, and then tied it up in the bottom of the 9th on a Shane Victorino sacrifice bunt. Before the game, Ellie had asked me how long it would go. I told her, "It could be as short as two and a half hours if its well pitched. But if it goes to extra innings, who knows..." It went an extra hour and a half into the 12th inning, before Kyle Kendrick (who I had cheered after booing Hamels a few weeks ago) unraveled and gave up 3 runs in the 12th inning.

It's only April, thankfully.

In the 8th Inning, the Phillie Phanatic did one of the common hijinks of shooting hotdogs into the stands with a cannon. Somethink got messed up in it, and it started shredding the hotdogs. You'd see the wrappers go flying one way, and the buns and dog fly separately two ways into the stands. Beautiful. Since we don't get any freebies up in the 400 section, I'm okay with people in the expensive seats getting hit by a weiner. (I prefer calling hotdogs "weiners" because it makes a large amount of people noticeably uncomfortable.)

I was alone at the end of the game, as Ellie and Sam had grown tired and I'm the bum on unemployment who would stay until 4am if it indeed went to the 22nd inning. Its kind of an empty feeling walking home after a loss, even more when alone.

Stats under the break

4/14/2011 READING PHILLIES VS AKRON AEROS

L 0-5

@ FirstEnergy Field (Reading, PA)

with Matt Dineen

note: Reading Phillies are the AA Affiliate of the Phillies, and the Akron Aeros are the AA Affiliate of the Cleveland Indians

Lifesized Ryan Howard Lawn Gnome that some "lucky"

fan won.

"Revenge of the Carrot"

A nice trip to get your mind off your troubles. That's minor league baseball. Small town, or smallish post-industrial city anyway, fun can be had at your finger tips, with all the cheeseburger hotdogs you can eat. Being an extreme nerd, when I go crazy over something to obsession levels, I don't leave any stones unturned. You can't seriously follow baseball without keeping an eye on minor baseball, and particularly the progress of your team's farm system. Unlike other professional sports, there are several professional levels below the highest, and unlike football or basketball, they are paid while developing their skills. Luckily for Phillies fans like myself, four of the six farm teams are in the Tri-state area, with the other two being in Florida based at their Spring Training complex (if you don't include their Dominican or Venezuelan teams) So in order to get a sneak peak at the stars of the future, especially if you follow the farm system, its fun to take a short trip. Also, they give away pretty funny things in Minor League baseball to lure people out.

So myself and Shoe comrade Matt Dineen took a trip to Reading to see the Reading Phillies, or the R-Phils, the Phillies AA team, two levels below the majors. We sought the elusive Ryan Howard Lawn Gnome. The previous year, on August 3rd, we had sought the same thing and failed because we showed up nearly on time. This year, we left four hours before the game started and got there with plenty of time to spare in order to snap one up, guided by my new smartphone's GPS system. Success! Arriving around an hour and a half before game,time, the area was completely packed with a mix of locals coming out for the R-Phils home opener and Phillies fans who had treked in order to grab the same thing we had. Pretty intense. 

Their stadium, FirstEnergy Field, just had some renovactions, (which they might want to fine tune, since the PA system kept shorting out during the game.) However, the ballpark itself is pretty cool. Minor League baseball teams often don't last more than a decade or two in the same town, and the Reading Phillies have existed since 1967. Their stadium is a tribute to all the future Phillies stars who have played in Reading over the years, including Robin Roberts, Mike Schmidt, Jimmy Rollins, and Ryan Howard. Its almost like a museum walking through the park, with tributes to previous ballclubs that existed in Reading before the R-Phils.

Hall of Fame Pitcher Robin Roberts in his hurrah with the R-Phils in '67

Jimmy Rollins and Ryan Howard when they were up and coming.

So some quirky things that I noticed:

When we arrived and split off to explore a little, a mascot band was playing classic rock songs. I find that pretty impressive to be able to pluck strings in a bear costume. The R-Phils also have 5 mascots, a bear, a duck, a water drop, a dog. And a guy who's a "Crazy hotdog vendor", who is basically a nerd who rides around on a fake ostrich. What????

-I ate a cheeseburger hotdog. Apparently, I found out shortly afterwards, its a staple at 7-11, so I am less impressed than when I originally injested it. Perhaps its because I try to ignore any cooked meat at 7-11? 

-The R-Phils employ a "Dancing Team" which looks suspiciously like cheerleaders. This is an abomination in my eyes. I really think cheerleaders or dance teams in football and basketball and sometimes hockey are really pretty stupid and have nothing to do with the game other than putting women in skimpy outfits and flaying around. The most you'll see that in baseball is "ballgirls" who grab foul balls and toss them into the stands, and they're usually at least also softball players of some kind.

-Kip Kalas, the late Harry Kalas's son, sung the national anthem, a really nice touch, and damn, that kid can sing. (No word on if he smokes Parliaments.)

-Anyone who goes to the games with me knows I am a habitual small stakes gambler. Last year, when Matt and me tried and failed to get a Ryan Howard Lawn Gnome, in between one of the innings, they have four teenagers dressed in vegetable costumes, Cauliflower, Lettuce, Carrot, and Cucumber. I guess they do this every game, because the same race was staged this game. I put my five bucks on Carrot, and Matt put his on Cauliflower, the same bet we made last year (he won). This year, when it appeared that Caulflower would win again, out of nowhere, a teenager dressed as Cotton Candy took him out with hard shot in the ribs. So I gladly collected my $5 from Matt, to the amusement of the locals.

-I caught a flush ball thrown into the stands. Not as good as a foul ball, but I'll take it.

Squishy!

-We sat on the Right Field foul side, where the bullpen sat in lawn chairs. I got to see Justin De Fratus, a member of the Phillies 40 man roster, and probable future member of the Phillies' pitching staff. I also yelled a future trade-bait first baseman Matthew Rizzoti, his first name over and over. "HEY MATTHEW MATTHEW MATTHEW!" He turned, and I waved, and he gave me a head nod. HOLY SHIT! I would of been happy if he cursed at me.

An excellent shot of Matthew Rizzoti

-On the actual game, it was a pitcher's duel between Reading's Ryan Edell (a minor league free agent pickup over the winter) and Akron Aeros' Scott Barnes, combining for 19 strikeouts. Finally, when Tyson Brummett relieved Edell, he promptly gave up 4 runs in 2/3rds of an inning. A kid behind me shouted, "C'mon Phillies, wake up and smell the bacon!" We upgraded our seats from the $6 seats all the way up to the top of the line $10 seats by moving up a few rows in the 9th Inning. 

We got the Lawn Gnomes, though.

4/5/2011 PHILIES VS NEW YORK METS

@ Citizens Bank Park

L 1-7

with Frank Fucile

Well, back to Earth. It was kind of miserable game come Tuesday night. Here's the thing about baseball, except for a season ending playoff loss or near miss season ender, there's nothing soul crushing about a single game. If they win, that's cool, but there's another game the next day. If they lose, it sucks, but there's another game the next day. The old cliche, "its a marathon, not a sprint" and all the lines in Bull Durham about baseball being a religion, a steady hand to guide you through the chaos of life, being there for you the next day. So it goes.

I met up with a shoe comrade, Frankie Fucile (he may cringe at the thought of being called Frankie). We spent an hour or so pregaming, since I absolutely refuse to pay for beers at ballgames since I am not a fan of paying fucking $7 for a light budweiser (And I'm quoted on that on page five of Dave Zirin's "Bad Sports: How Owners Are Ruining The Games We Love") Had a small debate about facebook and whether its total bullshit or not over chinese food and tall boy beers, with a dash of whiskey. Around 6:15PM, it was time to roll out. I'm a somewhat hyperpunctual kinda guy.

When its nice out, one of my favorite pre-game rituals, besides drinking, is the "walk of victory", as I like to call it. It's a short walk from my place at 17th and Snyder up Broad Street to the Sports Complex. It's about a twenty minute walk, through South Philly's finest, many with Italian names (which I mispronounced to grate on Frank's nerves.) There's a bridge around 95 which I like to sprint back and forth under to get the ol' blood pumping. This time around though, I did something kind of dumb, which was crack open a beer in my coat pocket, causing my cellphone to fritz out. So no self-taken pictures on this post. I know you share my disappointment. I knew it was bad news when the screen kept turning white, and then red. Bad omen.

Ah, April baseball. Its cold. The games don't really mean anything, as long as you don't lose all of them. Players are still getting their shit together. Did I mention its cold? I don't mind October baseball cold. That's meaningful! So for the night, besides drinking beforehand and wearing a few layers of clothes, I like to get some nachos with extra jalepenos, which I eat straight in two minutes or so, before starting on the nachos. Through the tears and the burning mouth, I kind of feel high, though maybe that's my body yelling at me to not do that anymore. I couldn't really tell what was going the first half inning, anyway.

As awesome as seeing the Fightin's romp on Sunday with Sarah, coming to the ballpark to see Cole Hamels on the mound was just about the opposite of Sunday's game. In other words, they got their asses kicked. It was entirely Cole Hamels fault, as he had a 6 run meltdown in the 2nd Inning. And yeah, me and Frank booed him. I think if any player has that disasterious of a showing, you are allowed to let them know you're displeased. Also, I cheered for Kyle Kendrick entering the game.

Its kinda crazy. I saw last year's Opening (giveaway) Night with Frank, and Kyle Kendrick started that one, and he got totally rocked in the first inning (which the Phillies came back to win after he got pulled.) And we booed him then. I even won a bet with my neighbor about whether or not Kyle would get another start (I bet he would get more chances, my neighbor thought Nelson Figueroa would take his job. Figueroa ended up getting his ass released a month or so later) Things have a weird way of working themselves out. From goat to hero, in a year.

Over the last few years, Mets-Phillies games have been especially fun to go to because they're a touch more intense, with more cursing and brawls than your average baseball game. Mets fans used to send a good contingent of fans to our stadium, and we'd do the same. (I'd hate to work on a train in Jersey and deal with the travelling hordes during those series). Last year towards the end seemed pretty tame, and I kind of forgot about the rivalry a bit (since I honestly hate the Braves more as a division rival, and the Yankees are the only truly evil team in baseball.) This year, a combination of Phillies fans buying up all the tickets well in advance and the fact that Mets Nation doesn't have much to cheer about led to there being almost no Mets fans in attendance to see their team shit all over Philadelphia. I did get to yell "Bernie Madoff!" at a group of them while leaving, who seemed to appear out of nowhere once victory was clinched. They responded "Well, we won this game." Oh, yeah.

A Mets fan ran onto the field in the 8th and got arrested at 2nd base. This means I've seen 3 of the 4 fans who've ran on the field this season and the last.

We went back to my place and drank till 3am. Frank made a movie about the carlights urban legend killer, which I enjoyed a lot. Once its out, I'll link it to you for downloading.

Next up: Thursday April 18th with Matt Dineen, a roadtrip to Reading to see the Reading Phillies (the Phillies' AA farm team) versus the Akron Aeros, for the second attempt at getting a Ryan Howard Lawn Gnome (this version looks much less racist)

Free giveaway item (from the Phillies' website since my phone was broke):

How'd McDonald's get the sponsorship two years in a row?

Game stats and my personal stats for 2011 baseball season under the cut

4/3/2011 PHILLIES VS. HOUSTON ASTROS

@ Citizens Bank Park

W 7-2

with Sarah Berkowitz

First game of the year. For the winter, dreams of this day helped me get through the days of January and February hell. Carefully and meticulously, I planned out my whole baseball season, to the tee with roadtrips, give-away nights, and opening nights. So it began, with my good friend Sarah, from ye olde Wooden Shoe. As we parked in the guaranteed free parking at the dog park at Broad and Oregon (a brisk walk to the stadiums, but worth it for people driving in who don't feel like paying for parking) my heart started racing. This is my zen. The Phillies security has somewhat lazy searches, as a I think I had a knife on my all 28 games I went to last year. But this time, at the Left Field entrance, they caught Sarah bringing in a metal coffee thermal in her bag. She outfoxed them though by going to the Third Base entrance instead and putting the thermal into her jacket. I think I'm going to bring my flask next time. About time, yes?

Every year, the Phillies seem to try to outdo themselves when they don't really have to. I think their ultimate goal is to make this a overall baseball town, pulling it from the iron grip of Eagles football, by the strategy of treating their fans well instead of, well, like dirt. They only add free give-aways, when they know that they're going to sell out every game (today was a free magnet calendar). The stadium is pretty newly built still, going up in 2004, and yet they put $10 million into building a new megatron, which upon seeing it for the first time today, is worth every pixel. Oh my god, it's sweet. Its kind of beyond words unless you see it in person. The thing is, their old one was pretty damn good too. They didn't need to do that. But they know if they push for complete awesomeness, like fielding a winning team and actually going for the crown every year, that they can achieve total domination over the Philadelphia sports landscape. Because I'm convinced that the Eagles care nothing about winning a Superbowl and more about just getting into the playoffs and that's it, since it'll keep the fans hungry and buying seats. Fuck that. And fuck the Eagles (ownership.) (On a side note, you know that Major League Baseball has to be rooting for the football lockout to go into October.)

Did I mention the food? Yes, as crazy as it might be, the Phillies actually added more food stations this year. I saw a crazy health station, where you can get pitas, yogurt, mixes, smoothies, and all that. And the vegetarians won't have a derth of food to devour, because there's veggie dogs and black bean burgers everywhere. (I like seeing the reaction on my vegetarian and vegan friends faces when I tell them that the Phillies are rated the number 1 veggie-friendly stadium in the US). I ended up getting a black bean burger (I learned last year not to trust meat at stadiums in general) and fries. Delish!

That's why going to see a Phillies game is awesome. And oh yeah, the game! The Phillies crushed the Astros, on a nice clincher of a three game sweep. Oswalt, facing his former team, fanned through six innings, and Herndon and Kendrick played mop-up. Howard and Francisco had nice back to back home runs, taking the Astros out of the game. Kind of nice, since last year I went to 3 of 4 of the disastrous four game sweep by the Astros (the last time the Phillies would lose a season series until the Championship Series). Michael Martinez, the Phillies Rule 5 pick this year from the Nats system, got the start in Centerfield over Victorino who ran into Francisco yesterday while diving for a ball (the second time I've seen him do that, having watched it happen when he ran into Ibanez on the other side in a Spring Training game), though Shane came in during the 7th as a pinch-hitter and played out the game in Center.

The nice thing about going to see games live is you remember who is sitting around you almost as much as the game (alright, sometimes more.) There was an extremely loud lady a few rows us, who's voice really carried throughout our section. The guy she was sitting next to also was kind of obnoxious, but she talked a lot. A lot! And I now know that "If you take birth control whenever you feel like it, you will get pregnant." and if two of her friends ever decide to get married, they "might as well mail in the divorce papers right afterwards." And something or other about sex and babies and punks on speed. 

Three military black helicopters flew nearly over the stadium. I'm convinced they wanted to screw with the crowd, or check out the score. Because that's how awesome the new megatron is. Still, creepy as hell.

Oh yeah, and saw friends Marissa (her birthday) and Beth B on the way out. And old Shoe comrade Colin "Floyd" said he saw me with his binoculars, because he's a perv.

Nice start to the season. Next up: Tuesday night game with Frankie Fucile. Its supposed to be pretty cold that night, so I'm going to make sure to get a little drunk and ask for extra peppers on my nachos.

Sarah after seeing people dance to "Put Me In Coach"
on the Megatron

First give-away of the year.