Jose Reyes will be in Pawtucket tomorrow. In a weird way, I wish I had worse seats than I do, because I'd prefer to move further outfield and closer to section 3.
My life is so hard.
Speaking of different seats, when I was at the fireworks game, I sat with some cronies of mine in a foreign section. And a foul ball landed right near me. It wedged into the empty seat next to me and I plucked it and held it for a second.
The tot behind me had been frightened by the zooming ball and was crying. I did not want to give the kid the ball. I have never, ever gotten a foul ball. It felt great in my hand. I wanted to lick it and smoke it.
I gave the ball to the kid, though, because I'm angelic and I give blood and all of that. The kid didn't care at all, but his parents thanked me and were awfully sweet.
I hung out for a while after the game. I saw the Yankees' Jonathan Albaladejo and he looks weird and slightly doughy. And Aaron Bates appeared like an angel...
JOSE REYES!!!! I will see you at McCoy Stadium.
HOLD ON!!!! It's Argenis Reyes. I was lied to! Mistreated! What a low-down dirty trick, Pawtucket. Thanks for ruining my Wednesday.