Florida Spring Break 2008 - Day 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was sitting in what should have been the bleachers, but in this stadium, there were no bleachers. There was this picnic area, complete with picnic tables, so I sat and watched the game from out there. From this vantage point, I could count every single person who paid money to see these kids play. You'd think that Thirsty Thursdays would draw a bigger crowd than this...

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I came here last year, they had a manual scoreboard, which is one of the things that I loved about this stadium. Now that they have chosen to go electronic, the only way that they could wow me now is to install a Manuel scoreboard. He could wear a sombrero, eat burritos, and shake maracas and dance whenever the Manatees hit a homerun. And then the Manatees would officially be the most awful and racist team in the minor league. And I'd love it. Just like I love Landshark Lager. This stuff is all over the place down here, and I'm glad that it is. Not only is a great tasting beer, but it supports everything that I stand for - beer, sharks, Jimmy Buffet music, and partying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's not much here to remind you that the Brevard County Manatees are the single A affiliate of the Milwaukee Brewers, but they did have some cheap high obstructed view seats that were labeled the "Uecker Seats". I wonder what it takes to get tickets up there, and someday I hope to find out. If I ever get back here that is.

 

 

 

 

Thirsty Thursdays has a way of making a man act like a belligerent asshole. I don't know what contributed to the end result, but I'd be willing to put $2 per beer on the fact that there were $2 beers available for purchase. If you offer people the chance to get wasted off of $10 dollars, then you better be willing to put up with that stuff.

 

I went and sat in the left field area, and to no surprise, I was the only one sitting there. I asked my Dad to take my picture, and I sat, laughed and had a gay old time. I bought a bag of peanuts, and in retrospect, I apologize for creating a mess out here that the staff now has to clan up. There should not have been a mess out here. If the cleaning staff reads this, then I'm sorry. Real sorry dudes.

 

 

 

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