Hey bro, if you know you throw like fucking Bret Saberhagen, you might want to check if someone is standing right next to you before you try to sidearm that shit back onto the field. But really it's not his fault that the Cubs have that stupid tradition of throwing opposing teams' home runs back on the field. I never understood it at all. It's not like Albert Pujols sees them throw it back and is all, "Gosh dang it, I hit the ball out of the park, why did those jerks throw it back", and gets rattled for the rest of the game. It doesn't do anything but make Cubs fans have to give back there once in a lifetime home run ball.
And that bitch (look at her, she's obviously a bitch) doesn't have much to complain about. If anybody should be yelling, "Are you fucking kidding me!", it's the dude who just got his beer exploded all over him. I mean this chick got a little beer splattered on her. If that's all that happens to you in the Wrigley bleachers, you really came out ahead.
The first time I sat in the bleachers I was like 12 years old and this drunk dude spilled two entire beers on my head. Then my friend's dad who brought me to the game almost got in a fight with him. It was quite an experience, needless to say this chick got off easy. Oh and how did my first trip to Wrigley end. Drunk dude's friend gave me $20 because he felt bad, and I promptly blew it all on $5 packs of Upper Deck baseball cards from a concession stand. Oh and I didn't realize each pack was guaranteed to have two Cubs players in it, so you ended up getting a bunch of shitty cards.
P.S. - I just noticed that there is a lot of anger in this post. Probably has something to do with the White Sox sucking so hard.
And that bitch (look at her, she's obviously a bitch) doesn't have much to complain about. If anybody should be yelling, "Are you fucking kidding me!", it's the dude who just got his beer exploded all over him. I mean this chick got a little beer splattered on her. If that's all that happens to you in the Wrigley bleachers, you really came out ahead.
The first time I sat in the bleachers I was like 12 years old and this drunk dude spilled two entire beers on my head. Then my friend's dad who brought me to the game almost got in a fight with him. It was quite an experience, needless to say this chick got off easy. Oh and how did my first trip to Wrigley end. Drunk dude's friend gave me $20 because he felt bad, and I promptly blew it all on $5 packs of Upper Deck baseball cards from a concession stand. Oh and I didn't realize each pack was guaranteed to have two Cubs players in it, so you ended up getting a bunch of shitty cards.
P.S. - I just noticed that there is a lot of anger in this post. Probably has something to do with the White Sox sucking so hard.
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