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.
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.