Baseball, bumps, and botched deliveries
So I saw my first baseball game at Camden Yards last night. I've lived in the Baltimore area now for over 10 years and the O's actually won. I went with a co-worker who procured the tickets from a board member for the non-profit I work for and she brought her boyfriend and I brought my hetero-life mate Nick. It was a great park and we had great seats, but it was sad to see only 11 thousand people in attendance when it holds nearly 50000. All in all, it was good game. I realized I don't really give a shit about baseball. Nothing was really that exciting about it, but maybe because I didn't feel any camaraderie with the fellow fans. Seriously, it was the first game I went to where no one did the wave and for some reason that just seemed really sad to me. No one really super-heckled and a lot of people left after the 7th inning stretch, I think by the top of the ninth, there was more people at my middle school pep rally then the attendance at the ball park. I'm just glad I did it, now I can say I went to an O's game and get that over with in typical bullshit chit-chat conversations with resident Baltimoreans.

I think the most eventful part of the night last night was actually an observation made after the game by Nick and I noticing that my co-worker and her boyfriend had no chemistry whatsoever as a couple. Nick thought he'd be or supposedly was a woman-beater, I sort of caught that vibe too. To use a cliche baseball analogy, "it was like she was in left field" with that pick. I seriously don't think they have anything in common other then their fervor for pop country music, which both Nick and I had to sit through on the ride back to my truck....fantasic.... I guess looking back now, Nick and I were being sort of "Chatty Cathys" about all this and for all intensive purposes, I could give two shits, but I think we both found it intriguing to see such an unintentional train wreck before our eyes, but who are we to judge....oh no, wait a minute, she loves "Kid Rock" ...nevermind, we have EVERY right to judge. It's sort of weird to interact with someone like a co-worker on a daily basis that you absolutely know they are deprived in some way, in a sense that they just seem very inexperienced with basic aspects of life and even themselves. It just goes to show you the resiliency of life or perhaps our own capacity to not actively care. I'd guess people only have to be 10% of themselves to plow through their days and in a lot of cases to muster much more maybe more trouble then it's worth.

So in other news, I've developed bumps on my skin. Fantastic...I just got a buzz cut today and felt little bumps on the back of my head and then yesterday, I notice other bumps up my right wrist, I'm thinking I probably have something lovely enough to require me to take some sort of topical or oral antibiotic. I doubt if rubbed both the back of my head and my right wrist on something that would give me bumps and I'm probably thinking it's most likely stress related as it's the only thing that's been that prevalent in my two-job, long commute lifestyle I've so readily adopted. At least I have insurance now, that's a big plus so I don't have to resort to pioneer-style medicine.

I ordered sunglasses not too long ago. Fucking FedEx of course is in charge of my package, which of course I have to have a "live signature" confirmation for and cannot pick it up at the nearest FedEx terminal because they are "not equipped" for that. It's not like I'm buying Indian kidneys or a jewelry piece out of Lil Jon's personal collection, it's fucking sunglasses! FedEx should be out of business, how is it still in business? Seriously, the fucking nerve of FedEx!