So you’re at the ball game…
Beer in hand, a couple brats settling in your belly and enough peanut shells to cause a ruckus every time you move your feet. Your roommate made fun of you when you left the apartment with a glove but WHAM, fly ball right into your mitt, fuck you Kevin. Awesome, right? Wrong, you’re an obese woman being referred to as a man several times by the broadcast crew running the nationally televised game. Probably shoulda’ let some 12-year-old catch the thing.


