yes, they lost…
again. as you can tell from this pic to the right, i'm all sorts of distraught.
but i like to think of them in happier times, like last year.
it was a beautiful sunday-funday afternoon when the indians clinched the central division title in 2007. my friends and i were out in full force because not only was there an important indians game going on but it was the warehouse district street festival. (which is august 24th this year if anyone is interested in going!)
after consuming several adult beverage throughout the day, my group had all congregated at the blind pig to watch the end of the indians game.
we all know what happened in the end, they won.
so during the post game interviews we hear ryan garko saying that he is heading to liquid for the “afterparty” – muffin and my ears immediately perk up because we are only two bars down from liquid.
we decided to move the party to the patio and see if any of the players walk by.
low and behold garko and josh barfield stroll down w 9th and i obviously yell, “hi ryan garko!” he waves, blows me a kiss and tells me to call him. i may have made that last part up...
regardless we know that the player are in our neighborhood and we must find them.
without any hesitation muffin, court and i gather our things and head to liquid – too bad no one was at liquid. the players and their entourages were in a private section at fusion (it’s connected to liquid).
that’s fine, we can wait.
we belly up to the bar at liquid with about only 10 others. an adult beverage or two later the manager of the bar comes up muffin, court and I and let’s us know that they are going to open up ultra (the downstairs bar) for the indians players and their friends and if we were good and didn’t make a big scene we were invited to the party.
forautographswewillplaycool – PROMISE
iwhip out the lip gloss and try to purty myself up for the players. i look in my compact and shutter, realizing that i have been drinking all day and it was now approaching 8pm. oh well – bartender!
we had to wait till all the players went downstairs before we could enter. ugh, do they not know who I am? Whatever.
so once we got down to ultra we boogie-oogie-oogied and i made some small talk with the players.
--asdrubal cabrera is very nice but wouldn’t tell me why he never took his necklace off.
things i noticed:
--CC sabathia is ridiculously tall yet the jersey he had on literally came to his knees, it was like a dress and it was weird – he also was spilling champagne all over the place
--kenny lofton was an ASSHOLE! so not cool he totally fell of the pedestal I had him on back in the 90’s
--casey blake is very very handsome
--ryan garko is someone would i would be friends with if he wasn't a pro baseball player, so normal and laid back - he bummed a cigarette from me
where was grady you may ask? well
where was grady you may ask? wellgrady sizemore deserves a bit more than a bullet point. because well i did what i do best in front of him, i made an ass of myself.
grady was in a roped off area at ultra and of course court, muffin and i were dancing as close to him as possible. remember up there where i said CC was spilling champagne all the floor? well as i was busting out my best version of sexy time dancing, my feet came out from under me and i fell flat on my butt. hard.
like my skirt was soaking wet with CC’s champagne.
grady stopped his conversation with his cute blonde of the hour and literally pointed and laughed at me. is pointing and laughing code word for wanting to make out?
didn’t think so.
my indians party needed to end on that high note. i left ultra in a blaze of glory and with a brain swimming with memories.
this stuff only happens to me. can i get some video cameras to follow me around please?