When you take Topher Grace and myself, starting beirut at 8pm, teaching an Australian how to play beirut, and then finishing off any alcohol we can get our hands on, the result is generally going to be drunk. But last night, we took the cake, arriving in the end of the 7th inning, seeing an inning and a half of baseball and going home, unsure how we got quite so obliterated. Part of this was due to the quick game (2.5 hours) For Topher, I think it was those 5 shots of Jack Daniels that did it. For me? Probably the Knock Out.
At any rate, the innings we saw on TV were excellent, and the energy at the stadium was great. It was a good thing they stopped serving alcohol because we needed the cheeseburgers and garlic fries that we ate just to get us back onto a level playing field.
On another note, I talked to the Aussie about Flight of the Conchords, and he confirmed that their relationship to New Zealand is like ours to Canada...kind of a mockery, and not really interested in what they do. My favorite poster from that show: "New Zealand...it's better than you think."...my second favorite: New Zealand. It's not Australia.
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