ICE CREAMS!!!

Last night, during the 2:18 rain delay before the umps bagged the game, the boys in the press box, led by Jersey Dan the Intern Man along with Marty and Rich, decided to go on a little field trip and FINALLY GET SOME GOD DAMN ICE CREAM!

Walking in the rain to get ice cream at Costco?
Hell yes! It's ICE CREAM!
(Marty, Rich and Smilin' Dan).

Dan and Marty slogging it through jungle and the rain.

There were dangers everywhere! Lightning, flooded streets, ooshie sod and crazy drivers. But, after many close calls with death, or just the wet, we finally made it to Costco!

Sure is a big store, bet they have a shit-ton of ice creams!

We blew past Costco security and headed straight for the promised land.

Deep discussion on which variety pack to purchase.

Grandpa Marty approves!

The choice was the 40 pack with Drumsticks,
Ice Cream Bars and Crunch Bars. A fine selection indeed.

 It was time to head back, but first a photo:

ALL HAIL ICE CREAM!

By this time the rain had let up and Dan was worried he be late for the tarp pull...

Run Dan! You're going to get yelled at!

Well, Dan made it back in time for the tarp pull, but not before Marty snitched on Dan to security for bringing outside food into the stadium and Dan had to pay a toll of one Drumstick to secure his freedom.

Huge props to Dan for stepping up and buying the ice cream. And a big "suck it" to all the vampires who descended on the box without so much as a thank you to Dan for supplying it. Hope you all got the shits from it.

Ice Cream Dan

Yo! Jersey Dan! The intern man. This season is dwindling down and we are still a little short on the ice cream in the press box. A little short as in NO ICE CREAM AT ALL! Come on (ice cream) man! Stand and deliver!

GET! US!. SOME! ICE CREAM! OR ELSE!

We'll make this easy for you Dan.
Either you get us some ice cream, or you wear this
little number until the end of the season. Capisce?

Now, to more pressing matters, I swear I saw two dudes that looked like Ernest Hemingway at the Sky Sox game on July 13th. Really. But when I went to take their pictures I could only find one of them, so here he is...

Ernest Hemingway on Ernest Hemingway Night
at Security Service Field at Mile High.

Hey Papa. Where's your other bad self?
Oh, and Lemur Man?

Kind of like earlier in the year when I saw a Lemur Man walking into the ballpark. He was an older dude with a cane, white hair and a beard who looked just like a lemur. Hell. He may have been an actual lemur. I don't know. But damn, he did have a lemur-thing going on from the waist up. Well, everyone laughed at me. Called me crazy. Didn't believe there was a Lemur Man because I couldn't find him again to take his picture. We'll see who's crazy when the Lemur Man goes on one of his rampages and proves me right. It's going to happen. It's only a matter of time.

Lemur Man thinks of nothing but murder all day long.
(though the Lemur Man I saw did not have a tail)