Back from the dead and I can't see shit!

OK, well I may have stolen that part from Chris Rock (see Bring the Pain for more info), but damnit... its time to rock the blog!

OK, so Lola and I have just returned from a trip to Philly. Nice city, smells like urine a little too much for my tastes. I must say that out of our five days there our most fun night was a night out in Manayuk with Laura's friends from college, Sarah and Anthony. They have a nice little place and we grabbed a case of Hop Devil IPA (if you can find this, drink it, because its fantastic), and some burgers. After getting thouroughly buzzed we thought it would be a nice idea to head down a local drinking establishment. We had a lovely time, talked to the Kid at one point (or so I'm told) and even had a bit of drama which is neither here nor there, other than to say that it resulted in Lola and I eating some really crappy pizza on a street corner in Philly until around 3:30 in the AM. We then grabbed a cab home, and spent most of the next day avoiding beer like the plague.

You know what else happened the next day??? That's right CHEESESTEAKS! Now, this is one of those legendary culinary traditions that you wait your whole life to try, and lordy was I excited. We went to Pat's (not Geno's) because it is less gaudy and most people I talked to liked it better. I got "Whiz, wit" and Lola got "Provolone, wit". (That's your type of cheese and wit or witout onions.) It was everything that I ever hoped... greasy, meaty, and quite possibly the best use ever for a processed cheese product. And you can ask Lola, I love me some processed cheese! Anyway, it was sweet, and we followed it up by immediately going to the Phillies game.

So, the Phillies game: Citizen's Bank Park is a gorgeous stadium. Centerfield is sort of cut out and looks upon the Philly skyline, and whenever the Phils hit a homerun, a giant neon Liberty Bell flashes and rings. They did well, and I feel like this will be one of the final "new-old" stadiums that we'll see for a while in baseball as the trend started by Camden Yards and Jacobs Field has about run it course. My one complaint about the game was the Philadelphia fans. They suck. They are uneducated, know-nothings who heckle thier team for half the game and then blow them for the remaining half. These quantities and the order in which they happen will vary with the team's success mind you! We were sitting in the upper deck, and Philly fans were booing non-called strikes against the Brewers that were visibly going through the wrong batter's box! WTF?! Anyway, the Phils won, so we didn't have to hear the fans cry anymore, and we ended a spectacular trip to Philly... good times.

Oh, and we did the touristy stuff too like seeing the Liberty Bell, drinking in the City Tavern where GW, Ben Franklin, etc used to drink (man, Thomas Jefferson made some mean ale!), and going to museums, etc... I just figured this crowd wouldn't care for that talk! Bwahahaha!

And now, for the Devine's Softball update... still with only one loss on the season, we roll into tonight's final game with the regular season title in hand. Moose and the Kid are ripping the ball up at the plate, while I have sucked hind tit all season long! I'll continue to do my job behind the plate, and hopefully, as we roll into the playoffs on Thursday, our bats will stay hot, and Steve-O and I will continue to be the best battery in the league! Nice! Come cheer for Devine's! Southern Boundaries, 7:45 PM Tuesday and Thursday! Woo-hoo!

One final set of thoughts in this most random of posts. OK, so we stayed in a swanky hotel becuase Duke was paying, right? And its weird, but I don't know if I like being waited on hand and foot. The bellman came into our room. The room service guy came into our room. The valet guy took Lola's bags without even asking where she wanted them in the car. It was weird. Anyway, just an observation...

Long live the Fourventeenth!