When you go and freeze your butt off at many early April games, you kind of think, "Man, I'm kind of owed something nice, here." Usually, a win is enough of a "reward" for all your butt-freezing, but last night, Steph and I got a nice little treat with the randomest triple play you'll ever see (really, the way in which it went down, and the fact that it was half enacted by substitute players was impressive in its own right) Like so:
I am only thankful that I'd returned to my seat from the bathroom (the sink water? Still Absolutely torturous levels of cold) a few minutes before it happened, because if it had gone down while I was on the toilet... well, I would've been warm. But that wouldn't have been as awesome, you know?
We also 1) Got a win and 2) Got to see Mo for the first time in over a year. That's far too long to go without Enter Sandman and seeing Marlboro Man rocking out appropriately. Also, Steph sort summoned Wells' big hit/Jones error when she reminded Vernon that when the bases are loaded on Friday night, that means your making it Grand Slam Friday time. While it wasn't quite deep enough to go out, it still scored all the guys on base and broke the tie. Which is very important because I don't know how many extra innings I could've lasted since I couldn't feel my toes despite wearing three pairs of socks.
But let it be known that the Stadium was like 1/4 full when that triple play went down, so if someone says to you that they were there, be sure to be slightly skeptical about it. You can be sure Steph and I were there, though. We've got the $10 hot chocolate mugs and probably an upcoming case of pneumonia to prove it.
