My venting diary about BAL game plus crappy pics

Helloo everyone! As you may know, I was at the game yesterday. I'm not in the greatest mood from it. Quite frankly, it wasn't the best game I've ever been to. I woke up later than anticipated, and couldn't find my High Socks. For me to go to an A's game without my High Socks is sacrilegious and a mortal sin in my Church of Baseball. ;) Fortunately I found them and was able to pull 'em on in time for my ride to come knocking at the door. Well, just as I was going to put my stuff in my A's backpack, I realized I didn't have my baseball. I had just had it in my hand. I have no idea, even right now, where that damn baseball went. I just grabbed my black Pirates of the Caribbean baseball and stuffed it in my bag. When I got downstairs, my cousin (who was giving me a ride) was inside my house, on her cell phone, saying in a frantic voice, "It's not my fault I got a flat tire!!" Great. Just dandy. We spent 1 hour between my mother, my two cousins and I trying to figure out how to change a tire. As you might've guessed, with the way my day was already going, we didn't figure it out. Mom had to give us a lift to BART with my three sisters. As we all piled into Mom's Suburban, she got a call on her cell phone. My dad's company mechanic was coming to look at the tire to see what he could do. You know what that meant? We either stayed and waited for the mechanic to come, fix the tire, drive the tire to the tire shop, get the tire fixed and be on our merry way to BART or we could take my mother's Mazda to BART, leave it there and drive back after the game. We chose the latter.

As we drove to BART, we got insane traffic. We had to get out an exit earlier and find our way to the Dublin BART. We did manage to find it, but to our displeasure, the BART parking lot was so full, we had to leave and go to the BART in Hayward. BART. BART. BART BART BART. Sorry, I had just said BART so many times, I figured five more wouldn't hurt. :) Anyway, our drive to the Hayward station was uneventful... until we arrived at the parking lot. As we got out of the car, my cousin accidentally pressed the button that set off the alarm on the car and scared the living daylights out of me. Just what I needed, I swear. I got my poster out of the trunk and we were off to BART!

Going to the game on BART has its downsides. (BTW, is anyone counting how many times I¡¦ve said BART in two paragraphs?) I hardly ever use BART, so I had no clue what to do. I didn¡¦t know where I had to buy my ticket since they usually sell Coliseum BART tickets outside the station or someone else buys them for me. It took a while for me to realize that I had to put the money inside the machine and press "Print Card" for it to work out. Call me stupid, I know. Well, my woes weren't over with. I ended up hitting some little girl with my poster on the way in and her father gave me the dirtiest look ever, even though apologies were flowing out of my mouth. Oh well. As we boarded (I'm not going to say BART again... Wait... DAMN.), my A's bag ripped. Not just a little rip, mind you, but the whole bottom of the bag split. <insert head banging against window> I was so desperate to fix it, I resorted to ghetto ways of stitching. I put duct tape all on the bottom of the bag. It looked so bad, but I didn't want to get even more angry. Luckily, we reached our destination with no further problems. Yeah, we were supposed to be there at 11 o'clock and it was 12 o'clock when we arrived, but hey. Getting there late is better than no Coliseum at all, right?

Uh oh. Cell phone rings. It's my friend.

"Hey Cathy! Are you going to the Coliseum today?"
"Uh, yeah, we're here as we speak."
"Oh. OK, I was wondering if my mom could drop me off with you guys and I could watch the game with you."
"Um, sure, yeah, that's no problem. I'm here with my cousins and I'm sure it's OK with them."
"OK then! Oh... hold on... my mom wants to talk to you."
"OK..."
"Cathy? Hi, how are you? I was just wondering where you would be picking up my little boy."
<insert me trying not to laugh hysterically>
"Ceci? Yeah, we're in front of the BART ramp right now. We're going to be at gate C because the lines for tickets are packed right here. Is that OK?"
"Yes, that's perfectly fine. Thank you for taking care of him."
"Um, OK. No problem. How long will it take before you guys get here?"
"Oh, about 15 minutes. Is that alright?"
"Uh. Yeah, sure. No problem. I'll see him here then."

So we waited. And waited. And waited. Hook em horns (from AN) was generous enough to offer us seats with her and she was expecting us there. But we kept waiting. And waiting. It was 12:20 before he got there. We ran inside and went to the bleachers. I had a ton of fun in the 5 innings I was there.

bullpen

miggy

Croz

more Croz

Jay Pay

Funny Kots shot... he he

lookie

After 5 innings, my cousins and I decided that it was time to go hang the poster. We left the bleachers and made our way to Section 102 to meet some other cousins that were at the game. One of the guys that was with me decided he was hungry, though, so we stopped to buy food and I met a fellow ANer there. We talked about the NO HITTER and Voila, it was broken!! Woo hoo. After there, we dropped off our stuff with one of my kind and my cousin Daisy, my friend and I went up to the 3rd deck to hang my banner. You guys there were at AN know how my poster ripped in half, right? WE heart HIGH  was on one half and SOCKS!! and www.athleticsnation.com was on the other half... remember? Well, the AN part ripped off. We had just enough time to hang the first half and just as we were hanging the second half, Security came over and asked for our tickets. We had bleacher tickets. He made us go away. Bitches. Lo and behold, Daisy had view level tickets! She ran to get them, but the security guard threatened on calling Guest Services to remove us. We had no choice but to violently rip the poster off and run. It was beyond repair, so we were forced to throw it away. :((

After the poster was gone, we went back to section 102 and enjoyed the rest of the game...

Kielty

I hope you at least think, "Hey, these pictures may be crap, but I appreciate that she tried to capture the spirit of the moment although she failed miserably by taking pictures that are crap but that show she's trying to get people to appreciate that she tried to capture the spirit of the moment even though she failed miserably by taking pictures..." Eh. You get it. After a break up, three crummy days and an illness,  I just needed to vent and post the only thing that gave me joy yesterday. Bobby Kielty's huge ass. :) Oh, and Huston. But hey. He brings me joy every day. Yum.

Oh dear. I hope Barry isn't getting jealous...