Just to show you how behind I am in my whole diary-posting, blogging attempts.... pictures from the 5-5-06 game =]
I was sitting in the bullpen seats that I got from jb [[thanks! it was a blast!]] and although the A's were defeated 3-1 by the Devil Rays, I had an uber amount of fun. My sister and I were sitting next to a really nice, talkative guy who immediatly nick-named me "Stalker" because of the weird habit I have of giggling whenever I see Huston Street. These two teenage girls were sitting on the other side of me and let me tell you, we hit it off right away. We talked about baseball and hot baseball players most of the night, which in my opinion is a great conversation.
Now, there is quite a traumatizing story behind a couple of these pictures....
As you can see, there are quite a few pictures of Huston's a...rms. Let's start from the beginning...
When we arrived to the game, my sister and I headed straight for our seats. We sat down, took in the breathtaking view for a few minutes, then proceeded to watch the game. After a few seconds of watching the game, I glanced over to the bullpen, just to see who was in there. As I'm surveying players, I see none other than Huston Street himself. Now, I'm not one too look into things too much [[usually]], but I swear to the baseball gods, HUSTON STREET REMEMBERED ME. Let me tell you, that is NOT a good thing. Huston turned, saw me and just stared for a good seven or eight seconds. The look on his face was one of those "Oh shit, I remember her" looks. My sister was like, "Why is he looking at you like that?" AN, I know exactly why he was looking at me like that. I've got to set the record straight-- I am NOT a Huston Street stalker. It just seems that whenever I make a move to do something, he catches me in the wrong moment. Always. Every single DAMN time.
For example, last year, I was sitting in the bullpen seats for the Rich Harden near perfect. I kept taking picture after picture after picture. I took pictures of the field, the bullpen bench, the bullpen, the dugout, the players, the outfield... everything. It was just my luck that whenever I turned to take a picture of the bullpen, Huston Street was looking my way. Not necessarily at me, but just my way. Either that, or he'd be facing the dugout. If you're facing in that direction, I would think it would be hard to miss a 15-year-old girl taking pictures. I was right about that. I'd turn to take a picture and Huston would see me. I assume he thought I was taking pictures of him when I was really taking pictures of the bullpen. It didn't help that when he stood up to go get something from the dugout, I had my camera poised and all you could hear was clickclickclick. I feel bad for it now, but hey... it was my first time in those seats and I was excited. =]
Then, at Fan Fest this year, there were a couple of unfortunate things that happened. Again, he caught me at the WRONG moments. My friend Caitlin, my sister and I were standing in line to get Huston's autograph and I thought it would be easy to slip my camera through the doorway and take a picture of Mr. Street signing autographs. [[Of course, I had AN in mind so I blame you guys for this.]] As soon as I positioned the camera and pressed the button, I remembered that I had forgotten to take the flash off. Ohhhh man... the flash went off before I could pull the camera back and all I saw was a bright light and Huston staring straight at me. I hid behind the door but my sister was screaming, "HE SAW YOU! HE SAW YOU! He must think you're such a freak!" I was just like... "Aww shit." I was nervous to go in and get my autograph for fear of him calling security. Fortunately, he was nice and didn't call for a restraining order... just yet. Later on in the day, I went to the front to go to the team stores and I saw a huge pile of Huston Street ROY posters-- there must have been about 14 or 15 of them. I immediately took them in my arms and carried them around with me so I could take them home. I was walking past the East Side club to meet my dad when the worst happened. Huston Street walked out of the building just as I was walking in front of it. It was impeccable timing, I must say. He walked out, looked straight at me, stopped for a second, then turned and walked faster. My friend Caitlin could not stop laughing. She said, "That's enough for your restraining order right there."
Anyway, enough backstory. At the game, after he gave me The Look, he stayed in the dugout for like, 10 more minutes, then he stood up and walked to the dugout. This was the second inning. He did not return until the bottom of the seventh. My sister kept asking, "Where's Huston? Where's Huston?" The guy sitting next to her said, "He's afraid of the stalker!" I was seriously wondering where he was, but I didn't ask questions. Secretly, I knew he went to get away from me. After he came back, I started talking to the girls and when we finished talking about batting averages and records and predictions, Huston Street came out of the bullpen and started warming up. All three of us started FREAKING out. It was fun doing it with other people instead of by myself for once =] I immediately got out my cameras [[yes, plural]] and the clickclickclick resumed. I must've taken about three rolls of film of him. I took two with my regular camera [[of which only one roll came out... I was dissapointed to the max]] and about 50 or 60 pictures on my digital camera. On one occasion, I took a FANTASTIC picture of his derriere and I said, to myself, "Oh my GOSH, would you look at that ass!!!!!" At once, the girls next to me started laughing hysterically. I looked up and Huston was staring straight at me. There was no mistaking it this time. He looked STRAIGHT at me with this confused [[maybe even a little weirded out]] look on his face. After a couple seconds, he turned away and continued the bullpen. I turned around and asked the girls, "What the HELL just happened????" After the stopped laughing, one of them told me, "It was friggin perfect. You were there, you took the picture and I don't know if you realized it, but you said, "Oh my gosh, would you look at that ass" kind of loud. You were paying attention to the camera. Right after you said ass, Huston's head turned immediately. It was like, ass-head turn. The funny thing is, he didn't hesitate to look for the person who said it. He looked straight at you, like he knew who said it. Oh man, that was hilarious."
At that point, the only thing going through my head was, "Awwww F*&#."
I seriously hope that the next time I go to a game, Huston doesn't have a restraining order for me.
Enjoy the pictures and my misery everyone =]