Why is it that when you're sitting at home doing nothing it is
worse than sitting at a ballpark doing nothing? Even watching a ballgame at
home is worse than seeing it live. I made the right choice last evening with
time to get to Taichung Intercontinental Stadium way before the first pitch. I saw myself sitting
with Leona watching the Taiwan news and HGTV house hunters. When she came home
from getting a haircut I didn't think I'd be going, but when she said she heard
Brothers have been playing better, but she declined to go when I asked, I went
by myself. The bike ride there is great; mostly right-of-way and the ticket is
only 350-$12. The Rock Pizza, like New York’s worst, dry and salty, sucked the
same price out of me with two Heineken's 85 each and an A&W Root Beer for
50, but I don't care. I had a good night. It didn't matter that the Brothers
lost 12-8. I had a great seat ten rows up just left of home plate. I got home
before 11:30 pm. George didn't have time to go with me; he'd rather be fucking
his new girlfriend, and Mr. Ma babysits for his grandson during the week, but
that's an excuse. I wouldn't ask Tim because he might say yes and be just as
boring as he was on the bike ride. If Malcolm could have come with weed to
smoke before the game that would have been dandy, but he doesn't live nearby,
have weed, or likely like baseball. It's been so long I almost forgot how to keep a scorecard;
it's been a year since I used the score book. The season is over Sunday. I can
say that at least I saw one game this season after making excuses not to go
since April. Luckily, there will be 'extra-innings' with international Olympic
qualifying games being played in Taichung in November. I will definitely go to
at least one over the five day event, Nov. 5-9, Puerto Rico vs. Venezuela, Taiwan vs.
Japan; maybe another. 
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