Tides Tickets Giveaway Winner: Me

So the other Friday was a stellar one. This blogger was the winner of not 2, but 4 Tides tickets for that evening's game against the Indianapolis Indians. What do I do?

Screaming voicemail to the Sheriff. Screaming phone call to the wookie. Screaming all around in excitement for pulling off victory, resulting in a few bloody and burst eardrums, a couple strained vocal cords, and some swerving on 264 because I couldn't get home fast enough.

So the 4 guests of honor. Me, duh...wook, Joe, and Sean. Quadro-date. And it seemed like I kinda had to beg/plead/whine to get those boys to drop their plans of nothing and join me for some of America's pasttime. Gosh.

A little thumbs up on the 4 tickets o' glory while we "tailgated" at Gators. And we had looked up our section, but didn't really know where we'd be sitting.

But OMG, looking how effin' close we were. Those beers are on the dugout. We're right there. Right there! Best tickets ever. I can't believe it. I could have spit on the coach. And squeezed the catcher's butt (I have a thing for catchers). I want to win again.

And it's a pretty nice stadium. And it was only our second outting. I know, I know. What gives? Umm, well we've been busy. There's been birthday/cocktail parties/etc on our schedule. And I'm not sure how much of the season is left. But now that I've sat in these seats, it'll be hard to join the ranks of the Plebes many rows up like before.

Not too bad for Triple A league in a psuedo-city setting (say that 3 times fast).

"Speak on it." Omg, these seats are amazing. You speak on that. You better.

And the Tide. Because he looks like a tide. A body of water. With fur. And this badonkadonk of a butt. Kinda like the lovechild between Cookie Monster and Grover.

Then he stole this lady's snacks and proceeded to offer them to other patrons. The kicker: Other people started eating her snacks. Ya, she was slightly butt hurt. But look where you're sitting, lady. Damn near in the dugout. I'd let the Tide eat my snacks. But then again, I always bring extra in my purse. You never know when hunger will strike, do ya?

Feet on dugout. Yuengling in 24 oz. cup. Flippee floppees on. Rain jacket in the bag (which was donned around the 4th inning due to some incliment sprinkling - as an Oregonian, I'm usually prepared for wet weather and proud of it). Got off work early on a Friday. Won the tickets to the Tides game that night. Perfect.

And one dancing Tide with enough booty for an 8th grade dance. Enjoy.