SIDE SALAD - Everything crunchy is good.

LET'S GO RAYS!
[CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS &@#! ?]

So tonight, Salad Boy and I go to Game 1 of the World Series for the Tampa Bay Rays.

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Okay. All better now.

Sorry, but I can barely believe I'm typing those words in relation to the Rays, much less to the fact that the boy and I are going.

Hell, I can barely believe that I got to go to Sunday night's amazing Game 7 win against the Boston Red Sox.

When I got there, I couldn't believe what I saw.

I mean, there were people. Lots of them. In numbers I hadn't seen at the Trop since a Guns 'N' Roses concert back in the early '90s.

Just getting to see Carl Crawford take the field in the playoffs was a thrill. I thought the closest this guy would ever see the playoffs was from the stands.

I'll have to admit to having been taken aback a bit by Rob Schneider announcing that, in fact, we could do it. All night long, as well.

The ladies love Longo.

Rayhawks, faux and otherwise, were in great abundance.

There's a fine line between eating nachos and looking like you're smoking a Jay.

End result: A human victory clot!

Didn't take long for victory gear to come flying out of the team store.

This guy was high-fiving everyone coming off the escalator from the upper decks.

The guy in the glasses looks like he's thinking, "Nuh-uh. No way. It's cold and flu season."

Looks like someone overshot the concession runway at Weenie and Pretzel International Airport.

Did I mention that the ladies love Longoria?
After the game, everyone celebrated in their own way.

These gentlemen showed off their absorbant representations of new credit.

This guy just humped a traffic cone for passing motorists.

We all have our own signatures, it would seem.

For more photos, click here.

Posted by Jeff at October 22, 2008 07:07 AM | TrackBack