For those not in Philadelphia, we're about one rain day away from building the ark out here.
I hate postponed baseball games. I also hate sitting behind people who open umbrellas at the game and don't even realize the slightest bit that someone behind them might care about that.
In 1993, I was at the Phillies double-header against the Padres that lasted almost until sunrise the next day. But, unfortunately, I left the sixth inning of the first game because my sister was sick with mono. Damn dirty whore.
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