On Friday evening we went to a baseball game at the newly remodeled PNC Field, where the New York Yankees’ AAA farm team — the SWB RailRiders — play. It’s the first time I’ve been to the park since they revamped everything, and I was impressed. They removed the upper deck, opened up the concession areas so you can see the field from just about anywhere, and created a park-like atmosphere all the way around the stadium. It’s really nice. I mean, really nice. They did a fantastic job. I want to return there, ASAP.
Recently, the Scranton wrap-party for The Office was held at the stadium, and there are still remnants of that big extravaganza in the place. Michael Scott was standing outside, welcoming everyone, and Toby from HR helped us remember where our seats were located. “Just turn left at Toby,” I told the boys, when they got bored with baseball <sigh> and went wandering around.
Toney got us four great seats, via her vast network of liars and backstabbers. It almost felt like we were on the bench.
Possibly taking The Office motif too far… the opposing players were each assigned a character from the show, and the picture was shown on the scoreboard, while they were at bat. Kinda strange, right? Wonder what Ernesto Mejia thought? Maybe he can’t even speak English? He was probably completely confused.
Some people just can’t get into baseball. It makes me sad.
Scene from the right field bar. I’m telling you, that stadium is pretty freakin’ cool now.
It’s like a park out there, and people were sitting on the grass, etc. There’s a sidewalk that goes all the way around the stadium, and it’s all really pretty and nice. The place blew me away, and I’m a cynical bastard.
There was a table there, where they were handing out samples of men’s underwear. And how weird is that? (I don’t think Dwight approves.) They were free, so I took one, but it wasn’t like what’s pictured — it was just an old-school pair of tighty-whities. Everybody was walking around with them, and it all felt kinda odd: teenage girls yelling like carnival barkers, “Would you like some free underwear?!” Pardon? By the way, that cop gave me a menacing look right after I snapped this photo.
Yankees star Curtis Granderson played the whole game. Apparently he was hurt during the first game of the regular season, and was sent to Scranton for rehab. Every time he came to bat, the place went wild.
Near the end of the game it started raining, and we got the hell out of there. But it was a blast, it really was. I want to return soon. They’ve really done a fantastic job with the place. Good stuff.
And on Saturday night the oldest boy went to the prom. He’s in this photo, but I’m not going to tell you which one he is. One hint: he’s not the black kid. Have I given away too much?
What did you get into this weekend? Anything fun? If so, please tell us about it in the comments.
And I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great day!
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Uno.
I’m going to guess your’s is the one in the gray tux.
good call
Agreed. All the girls look pretty so whomever the Secret he, he done good!
was with – JEEZ! Whomever the Secret WAS WITH.
Yup. Grey. That apple didn’t roll far.
Yep. I am also guessing yellow flower/grey suit. Good lookin’ kid, Jeff. Hope you are not freaking out.
Me too. The one who looks like Jeff.
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Yep…and no hover hand. I think his girl is the best looking one there. I also think she should run for her life.
When you said, “it’s not the black guy.” I had to laugh because it reminded me of a joke:
“1 in 5 people in the world are Chinese. There are 5 people in my family, so it must be one of them. It’s either my mum or my dad. Or my older brother Colin. Or my younger brother Ho-Cha-Chu. But I think it’s Colin”
yeah that’s the one, kid with his hand closest to a boob
I haven’t seen your son in person since he was months old. If he’s the one in the white tux, I’m sorry, but I’m laughing my ass off. That kid looks like he just fell out of Ricky Ricardo’s band. Your boy is a swimmer, so I’m pretty sure I can rule ‘ol white tux out.
Totally white tux.
Regardless of which one your son is, did they all beat up the guy wearing the white suit?
I wasn’t allowed to go to my high school prom. I was administratively banned from the facility.
I decided to go to work at my actual job instead of help decorate, so they said I couldn’t go. It was one of the happiest moments from high school that I can remember.
Did you happen to get an extra pair of underwear at the ball field for Nostrils? We all know how he likes them!
The idea of a stadium filled with men walking around with underwear just cracks me up for some reason!
My kid took her last final exam on Friday morning at WVU and wanted to stay at school Friday night to attend a party.
Freshman year now complete.
So, I went there Saturday morning to load an entire truck load of shit out of her dorm room. I have no idea how she accumulated this massive amount of stuff, or how it was stored in the tiny dorm room.
We looked like the fucking Clampets driving on the interstate, I am sure.
Went to a friend’s house to watch the Pen’s and Islander’s duke it out Saturday night. Nearly burst the pulsating vein in my forehead over that one.
Your son goes to school with Wolverine’s kid? Awesome.
My weekend was spent in the great laundry room make-over debacle of 2013. Me and my bright ideas.
Check out the girl in blue’s hands — looks like she’s bragging about her date’s manhood. (Or perhaps complaining about being poked from behind through her gown.)
Yeah – it’s the kid in the middle. He’s got Jeff’s smirk. And I bet Jeff is impressed with his son’s choice a sleek Ginger.
Just sayin’……
definitely white tux.
Friday was my birthday. Enjoyed far too many drinks but it will be justified in my next sentence.
Saturday – went to see Mom in the hospital. In that strained and twisted hospital jargon she is “winding down.” Could be weeks, or months. Moving her back to her own apartment after we install hospital bed and oxygen.
Sunday, ruthlessly cleaned out our spare bedroom that had become a dumping ground for every piece of shit we own. We had a dumpster and I pitched shit in like I was Mariano Rivera.
Happy belated birthday!! My biggie is coming up at the end of the week. Ugh, gonna get drunk and fall down a flight of stairs, I can see it now.
Happy Birthday, Madz. Sorry to hear about your Mom. It is never easy – no matter how much you ingest to numb the feelings ….. hang in there.
Happy Birthday my friend!!! Here’s to time’s we won’t remember with friends we’ll never forget!
My heart goes out to you having to watch your mom decline. Whether you’re 5 or 50, you always need your mom. You’re in my thoughts, madz.
Belated Birthday Greetings.
I helped my mom transition and was holding her as she took her last breaths so I know what you’re facing. I wish you strength and send you love.
Happy belated birthday!
Sorry to hear about your mom.
Our spare bedroom is for the same exact thing. It’s become the cats room/husbands gigantic beer brewing supply room/Scentsy supply/treadmill room. I hate it.
Baseball and prom update. Gotta ask, what base did he get to?
🙂 good one.
Friday: Had a great party. My 40th was a few months ago, but my wife wanted to wait till spring to throw a party, so we could take advantage of the patio. I told her I wanted an old school keg party, so we had a couple of kegs, and catered with 200 wings, and 150 krystal burgers, and had an accoustic guy play. Instead of cake we had birthday cake shots (cake vodka, pineapple juice and grenadine. It was a blast. We ate and drank all of it.
Saturday: recovered from Friday and went to pick up the kids at my Dad’s and the dog from the kennel and had a nice evening sipping a really good single barrel bourbon on the rocks on the patio with my brother in from out of town.
Did Sunday lunch with the family and took a nap on the couch.
All in all a great weekend.
Friday night was the standard Friday night of beers with the neighbors.
Saturday a buddy and me went to the Reds game. They scored 13 runs, so that was fun.
Sunday, golf in the morning, then the weekend went to shit. I own a little ground out in the country, about four miles from my house. I kind of forgot to get out there and mow it this spring. There were places where the grass was over four foot tall. It was more than my mower cared for.
It was over a foot tall. Four foot? I don’t know if grass can get that tall.
…unless it’s bamboo
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I’m your mutha-fukkin piano man!
As long as you’re not a real estate novelist.
Jeff, I was at the game Friday night, my first time there since they refurbished it. You’re absolutely spot on, the outfield walk is fantastic as is the right field bar (some good beers too.) Unfortunately, I passed up the underwear my first time by, and when I came back, the girl looked like I was speaking jibberish when I asked for XL boxer/briefs. “Oh, we don’t make those,” then giggled as I walked away.
I would have gotten the biggest size pair they had, then bought several beers (in cans) and carried them around in the shit catchers. That sounds like the kind of promotional event they’d have here at a WV Power game.
Coincidentally, we took the kids out to see the Durham Bulls AAA game on Friday. This is another outta-sight ball park that amazingly got all the pieces right for this kind of thing. And to think they were thinking of building the new park our in RTP corporate hell for awhile there. Thank god calmer heads prevailed. Now it’s in the heart of downtown Durham nestled perfectly around refurbished tobacco warehouses and brand new high-rise buildings. It’s a great atmosphere and one of the best ball parks I’ve been to, minor or major. Sure I could do without the endless “Bull Durham” movie references, but willing to give them that because it was a good movie…probably the same way you feel about The Office references.
you should get out to Zebulon once – a great park as well, out in the middle of freaking noplace.
I think posting pictures of groups of teenagers is a good thing. It gives us the opportunity to pick on children, and I like that.
Huh. It was around this time 20 years ago (almost to the day!) that I went to prom. I wasn’t even going to go until my older sister convinced me. Whatever–it was a week before the prom, she found a dress that was both knee length, black, and cheap, and it was on. Heh–she even drove. Looking back on it, obviously I wasn’t that interested. The group of kids I joined didn’t even go to White Castle! What’s the use of driving someone’s mother’s brand new 1993 Fleetwood if you’re not going to show it off at the local White Castle?! Hell, we were home in time to watch the Three Stooges.
Hopefully, the Secret’s night wasn’t as lame as mine. (Lame, but fun!)
This weekend I made a roast chicken. Also mowed the lawn. Par-tay!
My nephew will be working a summer job in Scranton this year.
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Dwight looks like he’s patting that cop’s ass or maybe a ball pat?
I’ve been trying to get my husband to suck it up and go to a baseball game again, but he’s decided to 86 the Cubs from our lives. Atleast I got to drink in Harry Carey’s once.
Long time, no talk Surfers.
Welcome back B.
Saturday, we celebrated mothers day at my grandmas house. Ate lots of food, drank lots of beer. Got a ride home, decided to walk up to the bar where a guy named Ron (or atleast that’s what the bartender kept calling him as she yelled at him to calm down) was yelling at a drunk woman across the bar that was “the town bar whore”. Gotta love local dive bars.
Sunday we went to a local alehouse for a mom’s day brunch and took the mother and sister-in-law out.
All in all, a good weekend. Can’t say the same for Ron…