Truck Stop

Last night I drag my bald headed friend Gabe with me to a Durham Bulls.  We were hoping to meet Tony Gwynn who was there signing autographs.  However when we arrived the line for Tony was about 2 and a half hours.  Unfortunately Tony was only going to be there for 2 hours.  So we said forget it and just watched the game.  
Gabe plays baseball, but didn't know who Tony Gwynn is; so not only do I share Jesus with the students in my church I get to share baseball.  I love my job.  
One Bull player blasted a home run which hit (actually it just went over) the scoreboard bull.  Which, of course, means that he earned himself a free steak.  I don't know where he gets his steak, or if comes with a salad, but I assume the appropriate people will tell him.  
After the 7th inning I moved up to the empty seats right behind home plate.  Meaning I moved up 20 rows.  I couldn't see 20 seats back so I had to move forward.  No one stopped me.  So I took the above photo.  Which is the scoreboard bull smoking, not from the homerun hit, but at the end of the game.  However, when the previous mentioned player hit his homer the bull did the same thing.  
 This photo was take from my original seat, Section 207 Row W Seat 3.  I wanted to share with you how pretty of a stadium for this Triple-A team is, ta da!  If you look just to the right of the middle lights you'll see the full moon.  No not some kid dropping trow in the outfield stands, but the actual moon in all it's green cheesiness.
So on the way home a rapid 18-wheeler attacked my car.  It was my fault, I should have seen the vibration in the cup of water sitting in the cup holder.  Okay, that's not true.  We were stuck in some slow going traffic, due to the construction work in the left lanes (on the left side of the photo).  Apparently at such high volumes of speed, 10-15 mph, the truck driver could no longer control the hurling mass of metal.  So he parked it on my backside.
So you can see the damage to my Suzuki above.  And below you can see the damage done to the tracker trailer.  Ironically (or not, Alanis Morissette really messed with my ability to distinguish what's ironic) I drove away and he didn't.  Yep, my Suzuki took down the Semi.
Also it should be noted that the truck driver's name is Dimmie.  I've never heard that name before.  Have you?