Yeah, a whole crowd singing “We hope that you choke” is not good for a closer…I’ve never known crowds to specify antecedents with any reliability.

I don’t know, Brandon. College basketball fans are pretty good at clarifying who the “you” is in the “Na Na Na Na Na Hey! *YOU* suck!” chant.

I know you already linked my wezen-ball post, Craig, but here’s another fact that probably should have made its way onto the list: for Christmas 2006, while visiting Massachusetts, my girlfriend took me to Cooperstown for the day. That was a lot of fun, seeing the museum. But what made it so much more special was when we went to the bar (Doubleday’s, I believe) to have a drink. There’s was an old man sitting at the bar who started talking to us about his time in the Yankees farm system in the 1940s. He had a bunch of stories, including some about Yogi Berra. Apparently they’re friends to this day. It was a fantastic hour or so, listening to him tell stories. He gave me a card. His name was Charles Turi, and he told us he was shopping his memoirs around.

I don’t know if he’ll ever sell them, but we had a blast talking to him. I can just imagine his life, retiring to Cooperstown because of how special the game was to him as a young man. Not a bad deal.

I have one of my own that I would like to post.  When I was around 10 my family and I stayed in a hotel in Cincinnati for some reason.  The next morning, I had Burger King french toast sticks and got ready to go see the Reds play…circa 1982.  This was awesome…and The Beach Boys were going to play after the game.  Also awesome!  Anyway, I wound up with massive food poisoning from the sticks.  I was beyond miserable all game.  As vaguely as I remember puking in the bathroom, I remember trying to enjoy the Beach Boys afterward and failing.

Here’s my ‘25 Things About Me’.