This picture about sums it up, but here are a few other reasons.
1) He grew the beard and mustache out a month before Halloween.
2) He tried his darndest to find a pair of ass-less chaps...and was really ticked off when he wasn't able to come up with any.
3) He refused to break character throughout the night, asking patrons in a high-pitched, stereotype gay tone "Hey guys, what can I get you?"
I just love this kid.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Halloween at work.
So here I am on Saturday night working at the bar. We had two huge Halloween parties upstairs and about 85 percent of the people dressed up. That's a really good showing, I thought. I was in a room where people were pretty lame and not dressed up, but that didn't stop us!!
...Well, the staff HAD to dress up, but we didn't mind. It's fun to be part of the scene, I think. Anyway, I'm supposed to be a gangster/mob-boss. I wore a black and white pinstripe suit with this red corset and a black hat. This fake tat was painted on me by a face-painter lady we had working that night. It literally took her five minutes to do. I was amazed!! Washed right off too!!
Anyway, I'll have more fun pictures after I go out with some of my co-workers on Halloween night!! Good times!!
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Didn't do much else this weekend. Met up with Beth and the baby yesterday for brunch then dropped by the Stadium to see Loc and his buddy Chris and take in some football. Loc and I are going out to watch Monday Night Football (Pats/Vikings) tonight, well at least the first half of the game because we're both old and have to get up in the morning!! Should be a good time.
That's all for now. How was your weekend?
...Well, the staff HAD to dress up, but we didn't mind. It's fun to be part of the scene, I think. Anyway, I'm supposed to be a gangster/mob-boss. I wore a black and white pinstripe suit with this red corset and a black hat. This fake tat was painted on me by a face-painter lady we had working that night. It literally took her five minutes to do. I was amazed!! Washed right off too!!
Anyway, I'll have more fun pictures after I go out with some of my co-workers on Halloween night!! Good times!!
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Didn't do much else this weekend. Met up with Beth and the baby yesterday for brunch then dropped by the Stadium to see Loc and his buddy Chris and take in some football. Loc and I are going out to watch Monday Night Football (Pats/Vikings) tonight, well at least the first half of the game because we're both old and have to get up in the morning!! Should be a good time.
That's all for now. How was your weekend?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
The verdict.
I know you're all chomping at the bit!
Honestly, it was one of the best first dates I've ever been on. No lie. There was lots of conversation with NO lulls. Lots of sharing, lots of laughing, lots of smiling, lots of flirting, lots of honesty, and lots of getting to know each other. Lots of fun and lots of anticipation. Lots of being comfortable.
There was also a little smooching. ; )
All in all, it was a great night and I'm really looking forward to our next date. Unfortunately, I have to work all freakin weekend so we planned on meeting up Monday night for some grub and to watch the Pats on MNF!! Well, at least the first half, because we're both old and have to work in the morning!!
You should be happy for me readers. I really got a good feeling about this one!!
Honestly, it was one of the best first dates I've ever been on. No lie. There was lots of conversation with NO lulls. Lots of sharing, lots of laughing, lots of smiling, lots of flirting, lots of honesty, and lots of getting to know each other. Lots of fun and lots of anticipation. Lots of being comfortable.
There was also a little smooching. ; )
All in all, it was a great night and I'm really looking forward to our next date. Unfortunately, I have to work all freakin weekend so we planned on meeting up Monday night for some grub and to watch the Pats on MNF!! Well, at least the first half, because we're both old and have to work in the morning!!
You should be happy for me readers. I really got a good feeling about this one!!
Monday, October 23, 2006
Here I go again.
Met a new guy and I hope I'm not jinxing myself by saying I've got a good feeling about this one. I met him a week ago yesterday at The Stadium (a bar we go to to watch football. He's one of the guys who recognized me from karaoke at the Junction). We've already been out a couple a times in group environments, but Wednesday is our first "official" date.
Here are some details:
* His name is Loc. Short for Lochlaughn (I think that's how he spells it. It's pronounced Lock-land). His grandma's maiden name was O'Lochlaughn, so his mom dropped the O and made it his name. He calls it cruel. I said it makes him unique.
* He also lives in Southie, just a few streets away, in a place he owns. I'm miles away from owning property. Miles and miles.
* He's older, which I LOVE. He's 33. I'm two months away from 29. Perfect.
* He grew up in Easton, Conn., a town that neighbored the town in which I attended college. It's been fun talking about that area of the country and how bad it sucked!!
* He has cool friends and likes mine too. This is huge in my book. Hate the idea of having to babysit a guy around my friends. No chance of that here.
* He already says really sweet things to me, but not in annoying way.
In short, I'm hoping he's a keeper because to be honest, I'm tired of the grind. I want to be off the market. I'm ready to be off the market. Wish me luck.
Here are some details:
* His name is Loc. Short for Lochlaughn (I think that's how he spells it. It's pronounced Lock-land). His grandma's maiden name was O'Lochlaughn, so his mom dropped the O and made it his name. He calls it cruel. I said it makes him unique.
* He also lives in Southie, just a few streets away, in a place he owns. I'm miles away from owning property. Miles and miles.
* He's older, which I LOVE. He's 33. I'm two months away from 29. Perfect.
* He grew up in Easton, Conn., a town that neighbored the town in which I attended college. It's been fun talking about that area of the country and how bad it sucked!!
* He has cool friends and likes mine too. This is huge in my book. Hate the idea of having to babysit a guy around my friends. No chance of that here.
* He already says really sweet things to me, but not in annoying way.
In short, I'm hoping he's a keeper because to be honest, I'm tired of the grind. I want to be off the market. I'm ready to be off the market. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Karaoke Night, now my weekly adventure.
So, tonight is karaoke night for me at the Junction. It’s funny because I try not to go EVERY week, but somehow, I always end up there. Last week, after visiting with Taylor, we took her momma Beth out for what we thought would be an evening of baseball. (You see, Beth still has a team in the playoffs: the St. Louis Cardinals. Must be nice, lady, to have your team in the NLCS practically every year!! Now they’re one win away from going to their second World Series in three years!! No, I’m not bitter!! Not at all!!).
…Phew, now that that’s out of my system…
Game 1 of the NLCS (that’s National League Championship Series for my female readers who aren’t Jacks) was rained out last Wednesday. But Jacks and I were too busy gushing over the baby and Beth was too busy getting primped to notice this before we left the house. We grabbed some apps at El Guapo’s before moving on to the Cask n Flagon to watch the game, only to find out there was no game being played. (Stupid rain in New York).
So after some discussion, we decided to head back to Southie for an evening of singing. Well, Lady J’s the only one who does any singing, unfortunately. Still, a good time was had by all. I get to belt out my favorite diddy’s and my friends get drunk and cheer for me as if I were Kelly freakin Clarkson. It’s great.
What’s been really funny lately is that I’m starting to get noticed around town, Southie and beyond. Last Saturday, a girl came up to me while I was working the bar and said I did a “great job singing the other night.” So embarrassing!! Then, while watching football at Stadium with Mare Sunday, a guy came up and asked, “what, there’s no singing at this place?” Too freakin funny!!
So anyway, now I’m famous! I’ve got to start working on being a diva. You know, having my favorite chair at the bar reserved for Lady J and exclusive access to one of the two bathrooms in the place. I’m not going to get all Madonna and request a new toilet seat just for my famous tush. That’s a little extreme.
Long story short, I was planning on skipping this week and catching up on some rest, but my roommie J-ill apparently has a little crew going to the Junction. Obviously, I have to be there!!
God, help me. I just can't stay away!
…Phew, now that that’s out of my system…
Game 1 of the NLCS (that’s National League Championship Series for my female readers who aren’t Jacks) was rained out last Wednesday. But Jacks and I were too busy gushing over the baby and Beth was too busy getting primped to notice this before we left the house. We grabbed some apps at El Guapo’s before moving on to the Cask n Flagon to watch the game, only to find out there was no game being played. (Stupid rain in New York).
So after some discussion, we decided to head back to Southie for an evening of singing. Well, Lady J’s the only one who does any singing, unfortunately. Still, a good time was had by all. I get to belt out my favorite diddy’s and my friends get drunk and cheer for me as if I were Kelly freakin Clarkson. It’s great.
What’s been really funny lately is that I’m starting to get noticed around town, Southie and beyond. Last Saturday, a girl came up to me while I was working the bar and said I did a “great job singing the other night.” So embarrassing!! Then, while watching football at Stadium with Mare Sunday, a guy came up and asked, “what, there’s no singing at this place?” Too freakin funny!!
So anyway, now I’m famous! I’ve got to start working on being a diva. You know, having my favorite chair at the bar reserved for Lady J and exclusive access to one of the two bathrooms in the place. I’m not going to get all Madonna and request a new toilet seat just for my famous tush. That’s a little extreme.
Long story short, I was planning on skipping this week and catching up on some rest, but my roommie J-ill apparently has a little crew going to the Junction. Obviously, I have to be there!!
God, help me. I just can't stay away!
Monday, October 16, 2006
How cute is she? P2
Picture's worth a thousand words here!! This is Taylor at six months old. I visited with her last week and took some shots. She loves this puppy (as you can see by the look on her face)!! She's getting so big!! She's starting to talk a little too and she rolled over all by herself last week!! I'm such a proud auntie!!
After our visit, Jacks and I took her Momma out that night for some fun. Got her good and loaded and then sent her in a cab back home!! It was a great night!!
After our visit, Jacks and I took her Momma out that night for some fun. Got her good and loaded and then sent her in a cab back home!! It was a great night!!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
What the heck is he doing in there?
There's this guy in my office. We call him Lyle, as in Lyle Lovett.(Although, the name had more significance before the MF chopped his hairlast week, but we still like to refer to him as Lyle). His real name isMatt, but Lyle is more fun. Of course, we don't call him this to his face.
Anyway, in my new area of the office is the men's bathroom, a place Lylelikes to frequent. Seriously, he goes in there at least four times a day andthis is only the times that I see him. Who knows how many more times he goeswhen I'm gone. This isn't the basis for this post, however. It's what hedoes when he's in there. The guy makes so much freakin noise it's ridiculous. He coughs, he makesnoises like he's yaking, and right before he exits, he always makes this"I'm hacking up a luggie" noise. It's gross. His actions of course promptlaughs from the people seated outside the restroom, but then we have toforce the grins off our face when he exits.
My question is this: Does he not have any pride? Does he not realize fourpeople are sitting right outside the men's room and can hear everything he'sdoing in there? It's just plain strange. I mean office bathroom etiquette is a subject my girlfriends and I havediscussed many a time. For example, I like to exercise the following:
1) If I have to take a No. 2, I make damn sure no one else is in there. Itypically like to take care of this kind of business downstairs in thebathroom outside the advertising department then I race back upstairs beforeanyone knows it was me!!
2) Don't talk to someone when you're both on the bowl. I just don't getthose people that try to talk when you're in abutting stalls then raisetheir voices so you can hear them over their stream. It's gross.
3) Wipe down the sink area when you're finished washing your hands. Our sinkgets waterlogged for a couple of reasons. First, the geniuses who designedthe bathroom put the soap dispenser on one wall and the paper toweldispenser on the other. Second, because our kitchen is downstairs, peopleoften rinse out their Tupperware lunch containers in the sinks.
4) Always spare a square.
For the most part, women in my building seem to follow this same code ofbathroom ethics. Lyle clearly doesn't on the men's side. Not sure what to doabout it, but in the meantime, it's certainly been entertaining for us.
Anyway, in my new area of the office is the men's bathroom, a place Lylelikes to frequent. Seriously, he goes in there at least four times a day andthis is only the times that I see him. Who knows how many more times he goeswhen I'm gone. This isn't the basis for this post, however. It's what hedoes when he's in there. The guy makes so much freakin noise it's ridiculous. He coughs, he makesnoises like he's yaking, and right before he exits, he always makes this"I'm hacking up a luggie" noise. It's gross. His actions of course promptlaughs from the people seated outside the restroom, but then we have toforce the grins off our face when he exits.
My question is this: Does he not have any pride? Does he not realize fourpeople are sitting right outside the men's room and can hear everything he'sdoing in there? It's just plain strange. I mean office bathroom etiquette is a subject my girlfriends and I havediscussed many a time. For example, I like to exercise the following:
1) If I have to take a No. 2, I make damn sure no one else is in there. Itypically like to take care of this kind of business downstairs in thebathroom outside the advertising department then I race back upstairs beforeanyone knows it was me!!
2) Don't talk to someone when you're both on the bowl. I just don't getthose people that try to talk when you're in abutting stalls then raisetheir voices so you can hear them over their stream. It's gross.
3) Wipe down the sink area when you're finished washing your hands. Our sinkgets waterlogged for a couple of reasons. First, the geniuses who designedthe bathroom put the soap dispenser on one wall and the paper toweldispenser on the other. Second, because our kitchen is downstairs, peopleoften rinse out their Tupperware lunch containers in the sinks.
4) Always spare a square.
For the most part, women in my building seem to follow this same code ofbathroom ethics. Lyle clearly doesn't on the men's side. Not sure what to doabout it, but in the meantime, it's certainly been entertaining for us.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
It's time to play: Will they remember us?
So, it should come to no surprise to anyone who’s ever been to Vegas that you meet a ton of people when you’re out there. Most of the people I try to meet are those who are the locals. Last year, Jacks and I met oodles of people and I made it my mission to remember them when we went back. My plan was to pester them until they remembered—or at least pretended—to remember me/us. At some places it worked!!
In looking back over the experience, I thought it would be fun for me to describe a scene and then question whether you think he/she/they will remember us when we go back next year. Here goes:
Mark – Taxi-hailer at the Hard Rock
We bumped into this guy on Friday night and I actually did recognize him. Already with a couple drinks in me, I exclaimed, “Hey, I remember you from last year!” To which he replied, “Oh yeah? Where you girls from?” And just as Jackie had started to answer “Bos…,” Mark declared, “Boston, right?”
Now, I couldn’t be sure if he actually remembered us and where we were from or if he was able to pick it up by my accent, as in, “I remember you from last yeeeeaaaah.” Anyway, I thought it was cool that he at least obliged us and promptly offered us passes to Body English. We were on our way to Pure, so we politely declined, but I had already hashed a plan to hit him up for Saturday when we got back to the Hard Rock that night.
Sure enough, he was there when we returned and I asked very coyly how difficult it was to get into English on a Saturday night. He asked how many girls there were and I said there’d be eight. Then he said to come and see him when we were ready and he’d see what he could do. Flippin’ sweet.
Fast-forward to the next night. We return to the Hard Rock after dining at the Wynn and there’s Mark. After getting a few drinks at the Center Bar, I run back outside to see what’s doing. He hands me a stack of eight complimentary passes to English and then guides me and the rest of my crew to the front of the line. There, we are met by a promoter who leads us in and we were set!!
(Just for the record, we had tried to give Mark a tip, but he declined to let us. He just kept saying, “Have a great time.”). I’m sure he does this for a number of nice people (i.e. girls), but I think he’s going to remember us and I consider him a guy I know now in Vegas. Sweet!!
Shane and Juan – Bartenders at ESPN Zone
So on Sunday, we decided to go to ESPN Zone in New York, New York to watch the Patriots game. Jacks and I did this last year and had an absolute blast!! We met two very nice bartenders, well…one was a bartender, the other was a barback. Anyway, they were both cool and we were hoping to see both when we returned this year.
To our surprise, the girl bartender who was there a year ago was there again!! We were stoked. We made it obvious we were ecstatic to see her and she definitely remembered us…and our big tip, apparently. She informed us her shift was over, which was a bummer, but she told the two guys replacing her to “take care of us.” Well, that they did.
Shane and Juan were great, and apparently both gay. I know I’m stereotyping here, but I found it a bit odd that two supposedly gay guys were working at a sports bar. Well, Juan was pretty obviously gay in that he told us he was, but Shane had me completely fooled and to be honest, I’m still not convinced!!
Anyway, anytime Shane got us a drink, he didn’t make any adjustments to our tab. Sweet!! We probably got about $50 knocked off our bill because of it. Obviously, we tipped him accordingly!! It is because of this that I think he will remember us. That and the fact that I have a picture of the two of us!!
Seemingly sweet bartender who turned out to be a raging bitch – Bartender at English
So, the group split up on Saturday night. Me, Michaela, Liz, and Andrea stayed at English, while Jacks, Amanda, Tami, and Erin decided to check out Tao. Michaela and I had a tab at the bar and the female bartender was being very good to us…or so I thought. She always seemed to remember what I drank and was very polite when I ordered (it’s been my experience that a lot of attractive, female bartenders who work in Vegas aren’t like this).
Apparently I judged her too quickly because she unleashed the beast when we paid the tab. I told her I’d like to close my tab but NOT to run my card because we wanted to pay cash. Well, she drops the bill in front of me and there’s a charge of $36 on the bill. I flagged her down and asked why she charged the card. She said she had to charge the first round because blah, blah, blah. (We were in a club so I couldn’t totally hear the reason). I then asked her to make sure I received a void slip and she was utterly annoyed at this point. She drops a new slip in front of me and says ‘See? Amount charged to your card: Zero!” I sarcastically responded, “Thank youuuu!”
So, the tab was $92 and we paid with $95. We wanted to physically hand her the $20 tip we were giving her because we wanted her to feel like an ass. Well, she basically ignored us prompting us to ask the guy bartender to fetch her over. She then threw up her hand all “talk-to-the-hand” style and we were fuming. I put the $20 in the guy’s hand and said, “Here, make sure she sees this 22-percent tip and tell her to go F herself!”
I think it’s safe to say she’s already forgot us!!
Guys who served us dinner Friday night – Nero’s
This one’s easy. They won’t remember me, Jacks, or Michaela, they’ll only remember my shirt. I call it my Open Heart Surgery Shirt because it’s slit right down the middle. One by one, different male servers kept coming over to the service window at the bar to check out the shirt, which they made painfully obvious by practically tagging each other in to do so.
Well, this one’s gone long, so I’m going to quit.
In looking back over the experience, I thought it would be fun for me to describe a scene and then question whether you think he/she/they will remember us when we go back next year. Here goes:
Mark – Taxi-hailer at the Hard Rock
We bumped into this guy on Friday night and I actually did recognize him. Already with a couple drinks in me, I exclaimed, “Hey, I remember you from last year!” To which he replied, “Oh yeah? Where you girls from?” And just as Jackie had started to answer “Bos…,” Mark declared, “Boston, right?”
Now, I couldn’t be sure if he actually remembered us and where we were from or if he was able to pick it up by my accent, as in, “I remember you from last yeeeeaaaah.” Anyway, I thought it was cool that he at least obliged us and promptly offered us passes to Body English. We were on our way to Pure, so we politely declined, but I had already hashed a plan to hit him up for Saturday when we got back to the Hard Rock that night.
Sure enough, he was there when we returned and I asked very coyly how difficult it was to get into English on a Saturday night. He asked how many girls there were and I said there’d be eight. Then he said to come and see him when we were ready and he’d see what he could do. Flippin’ sweet.
Fast-forward to the next night. We return to the Hard Rock after dining at the Wynn and there’s Mark. After getting a few drinks at the Center Bar, I run back outside to see what’s doing. He hands me a stack of eight complimentary passes to English and then guides me and the rest of my crew to the front of the line. There, we are met by a promoter who leads us in and we were set!!
(Just for the record, we had tried to give Mark a tip, but he declined to let us. He just kept saying, “Have a great time.”). I’m sure he does this for a number of nice people (i.e. girls), but I think he’s going to remember us and I consider him a guy I know now in Vegas. Sweet!!
Shane and Juan – Bartenders at ESPN Zone
So on Sunday, we decided to go to ESPN Zone in New York, New York to watch the Patriots game. Jacks and I did this last year and had an absolute blast!! We met two very nice bartenders, well…one was a bartender, the other was a barback. Anyway, they were both cool and we were hoping to see both when we returned this year.
To our surprise, the girl bartender who was there a year ago was there again!! We were stoked. We made it obvious we were ecstatic to see her and she definitely remembered us…and our big tip, apparently. She informed us her shift was over, which was a bummer, but she told the two guys replacing her to “take care of us.” Well, that they did.
Shane and Juan were great, and apparently both gay. I know I’m stereotyping here, but I found it a bit odd that two supposedly gay guys were working at a sports bar. Well, Juan was pretty obviously gay in that he told us he was, but Shane had me completely fooled and to be honest, I’m still not convinced!!
Anyway, anytime Shane got us a drink, he didn’t make any adjustments to our tab. Sweet!! We probably got about $50 knocked off our bill because of it. Obviously, we tipped him accordingly!! It is because of this that I think he will remember us. That and the fact that I have a picture of the two of us!!
Seemingly sweet bartender who turned out to be a raging bitch – Bartender at English
So, the group split up on Saturday night. Me, Michaela, Liz, and Andrea stayed at English, while Jacks, Amanda, Tami, and Erin decided to check out Tao. Michaela and I had a tab at the bar and the female bartender was being very good to us…or so I thought. She always seemed to remember what I drank and was very polite when I ordered (it’s been my experience that a lot of attractive, female bartenders who work in Vegas aren’t like this).
Apparently I judged her too quickly because she unleashed the beast when we paid the tab. I told her I’d like to close my tab but NOT to run my card because we wanted to pay cash. Well, she drops the bill in front of me and there’s a charge of $36 on the bill. I flagged her down and asked why she charged the card. She said she had to charge the first round because blah, blah, blah. (We were in a club so I couldn’t totally hear the reason). I then asked her to make sure I received a void slip and she was utterly annoyed at this point. She drops a new slip in front of me and says ‘See? Amount charged to your card: Zero!” I sarcastically responded, “Thank youuuu!”
So, the tab was $92 and we paid with $95. We wanted to physically hand her the $20 tip we were giving her because we wanted her to feel like an ass. Well, she basically ignored us prompting us to ask the guy bartender to fetch her over. She then threw up her hand all “talk-to-the-hand” style and we were fuming. I put the $20 in the guy’s hand and said, “Here, make sure she sees this 22-percent tip and tell her to go F herself!”
I think it’s safe to say she’s already forgot us!!
Guys who served us dinner Friday night – Nero’s
This one’s easy. They won’t remember me, Jacks, or Michaela, they’ll only remember my shirt. I call it my Open Heart Surgery Shirt because it’s slit right down the middle. One by one, different male servers kept coming over to the service window at the bar to check out the shirt, which they made painfully obvious by practically tagging each other in to do so.
Well, this one’s gone long, so I’m going to quit.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Oh no I didn't. Oh yes, I did.
This is what happens when you get ready in a hurry.
Friday night, I got home from working at the bar, quickly changed into a pair of jeans, threw on a pair of boots, and ran out to meet Jacks. About an hour later while sitting on the toiley, I looked down and discovered I had apparently put on one brown and one black boot.
Fortunately, I was the only one who noticed!!!
Friday night, I got home from working at the bar, quickly changed into a pair of jeans, threw on a pair of boots, and ran out to meet Jacks. About an hour later while sitting on the toiley, I looked down and discovered I had apparently put on one brown and one black boot.
Fortunately, I was the only one who noticed!!!
Monday, October 02, 2006
Doing my part to keep Trot in Boston.
Taking a quick break from the Vegas posts in honor of my favorite Red Sox player Trot Nixon.
On Friday night, I was at Fenway to see him play in right field for fear I would never again. You see, Christopher Trotman Nixon is a free agent at the end of the season and it's very likely, he will not be picked up again. He's played his entire professional career in Boston and doesn't wan to play anywhere else. Sure, GM Theo Epstein and Co. could offer him the hometown discount and Trot would take it, but there's a good chance he could get Bronsoned!!
Anyway, I spent my Wednesday night carefully crafting this sign and made it my mission Friday night at the game for him to see it!! Well, in the ninth inning, he finally did. And when the last out was recorded, he gave me a wave in appreciation.
I'll miss you Trot, the original Dirt Dog. Thanks for all your blood, sweat, and tears over the last 13 years. I hope the Baseball Gods find it in them to let you stay, but if not, I wish you nothing but the best for the future.
Keep your fingers crossed!
On Friday night, I was at Fenway to see him play in right field for fear I would never again. You see, Christopher Trotman Nixon is a free agent at the end of the season and it's very likely, he will not be picked up again. He's played his entire professional career in Boston and doesn't wan to play anywhere else. Sure, GM Theo Epstein and Co. could offer him the hometown discount and Trot would take it, but there's a good chance he could get Bronsoned!!
Anyway, I spent my Wednesday night carefully crafting this sign and made it my mission Friday night at the game for him to see it!! Well, in the ninth inning, he finally did. And when the last out was recorded, he gave me a wave in appreciation.
I'll miss you Trot, the original Dirt Dog. Thanks for all your blood, sweat, and tears over the last 13 years. I hope the Baseball Gods find it in them to let you stay, but if not, I wish you nothing but the best for the future.
Keep your fingers crossed!
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