Let's get Fucked up

(Late on putting this one up been kinda hectic lately..M)


I got a call in the afternoon from the Narc asking if I wanted to go the last Dodger home game of the season. Even though money is sort of a rarity around here these days, I just had to go. I was informed that Bizarro Mike and the new wife were the ones behind this production. Kinda felt weird about it at first because that meant two things: lack of conversation, and Mexican beer. What made it even more uncomfortable was when I stepped into the truck there was some weird ass Industrial music playing.

I finally felt at ease as soon as we entered the parking lot. Weather wise, I couldn't have been more comfortable. Nice and cool with a slight breeze. Combine that with a pinkish sky over lot two, it finally set in: last home game of the season. Next stop playoffs. As we all piled out we all went for the booze we had purchased before we got on a jam packed five freeway. Everyone was excited. We had clinched the division earlier in the day.(Thank you St. Louis) This game was a mere formality. The real fun would begin as soon as the final out was recorded.

But knowing that didn't stop us from celebrating a bit early. As we walked into the stadium I had a pretty good buzz going from the Pacifico. On our way in I remembered we entered the stadium through the same gate as the one we did on last year's home game finale. (Last year same situation, but I was drunk enough to think I could sneak a huge bottle of Jack passed security, no dice) As the game wore on I was distracted by the bar showing the sc game. Right when the final whistle sounded, signaling that the hated ones lost, I screamed like a pre-teen at a Jonas brothers concert. Not a good thing to do when some scary looking cholo sc fans are giving you the evil eye. I slipped out of their sight and went back for more beer and then returned to my seat.

By this time, the Narc and I are three sheets and are eagerly awaiting the final out. We decided to slip out for a quick smoke and on the way back we came up on some 2009 Dodger calenders. Around 10:05-10:20 the 2008 regular season ended and the celebration was on. National league worst-eh, I mean west champs. It was really great to see Dodger fans young and old celebrating and basically letting off the steam that was building all season. Best part of the night had to be when Torre did a mini victory walk along the third base line. As I was jockeying for position I noticed some hack in a sc football jersey trying to muscle his way into where I was standing.

Not this night. Not ever. Thanks to my low center of gravity I slipped by him and all that was in front of me was the railing and Mr. Torre. I think he was baffled when I told him "Thanks Joe and GO BRUINS!". He shook a couple more hands and then he was gone. Easily the best home finale I've been to in my life. (We lost the game 5-2 by the way.) Now on to the post season, first stop Wrigleyville...