Kansas City

We're in KC right now, but heading out to Colorado later today. Our next baseball game is in Phoenix on Friday, but we decided to stay a night in CO to cut the 20 hour drive in half! With last night's Royals game, we're officially over the hump. We've been to 16 games so far, and some of the best are yet to come. We've been in KC for two days now, and I only have a few stories to share, so I'll attempt to keep this short.

In my last post I explained how I drank entirely too much in St. Louis and then mentioned to Mike that "I'm never drinking again." Well, as most of you know (especially Mom), that usually means I won't be drinking until the opportunity presents itself again. So we arrived in KC on Monday at Drama's house. Drama was my brother's roommate before he moved to Chicago, and in case you're wondering, he got the nickname Drama for good reason. We decided to go out for a few drinks at a place called Saints. I've actually been there before, but it was called Mickey's and I don't remember much because Jimbo was running a Tequila promotion a few years back which included Mexican Sumo wrestling. Use your imagination. I also distinctly remember this place because last time I was there I almost got arrested thanks to Jimbo's douchebag boss who led me to believe that following him through the kitchen to piss outside the back of the bar was a good idea since the line for the bathroom was too long. Thanks jack ass.

Anyways, moving on to Monday night. Monday specials at Saints just happen to be some of the greatest weekday specials I've seen at any bar. All bottles and draughts are $2. All well and call liquor is $2. Yet still, Sam and I managed to run up a $66 tab between the two of us. How the hell did that happen you might ask...unfortunately, I cannot answer that question. I think it was a combination of the many beers and drinks we consumed, plus the couple of shots that actually weren't $2. Damn you Saints. Now then, Monday night is a school night for Drama. He drove with the intention of only have a drink and staying sober to drive us home. Well for those of you who know Drama, it wasn't too difficult a task for us to convince him that his plan wasn't going to work. He proceeded to get close to Dramatized, we took a cab home, we didn't get to sleep until early morning, and then Drama had a wonderful time getting up for work at 7:30. Ahh the life of a working man. Needless to say, it was a great first night in KC.

Day two was the day of the Royals game. We bummed around and recovered all day, watching hours worth of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. I had never really watched the show before, but I love it now. In the late afternoon, Sam and I went to Oklahoma Joe's on a recommendation from Mike. Simply put, it was the best barbecue I've ever tasted. How does a beef brisket barbecue sandwich with melted provolone and onion rings on a kaiser bun sound? The best part...the "restaurant" is in a gas station! After lunch (kinda) we went to the Plaza, which is just a huge strip on a few streets of shops, restaurants, bars, etc. It's where Mike used to live in KC, so I'm pretty familiar with the area and was able to show Sam around a little bit. We went into a few stores, Sam bought some stuff while I looked around at things I don't need / can't afford, and then we took off for the Royals game.

The last time I was at Kauffman Stadium was a few years ago. Since then it has been renovated, and it's like a completely different stadium. We moved down to really good seats on the third base line during the game and got to see a close game...at least until the 7th inning when the Angels scored 8 runs to blow the game wide open. Way to go Royals. My favorite (and least favorite) part of the stadium was the area beyond the outfield stands. It was great because they had mini golf, simulated batting cages, a timed running the bases, a mini baseball field for kids to take batting practice, a jungle gym, etc. It's like little kid baseball heaven. Now what I didn't like about it is that the whole time walking through there I was thinking, "Damn that would be so much fun! I really want to run the bases! I really want to hit batting practice on the mini field. I BET I COULD HIT A HOMERUN." And then Sam reminded me, "Of course you can hit a homerun jack ass. The field is made for kids." This is where I got really depressed and realized that I now have to refer to myself as an adult. Life sure is rough these days...

Stay tuned for stories from Colorado, Phoenix, and then California! I cannot wait to get out west! I'm looking forward to seeing everyone out in LA, SD, and the Bay area!!! See you all very very soon.