We went to a Braves game last night. I was a great game against the Mets. It ended in the tenth inning off a balk.
This is the ticket Nazi. He really needs to look into retirement. I sat right by him the entire time. When I needed to leave my seat I'd be gone for two minutes, within those two minutes he would experience a serious memory lapse and completely forget ever seeing my face. He would then proceed to require a thorough ticket check.
But in the end I had on my faithful red Toms. They make any situation just plain great.
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