500

it was a perfect game,  I went last minute, bought a cheap seat, in the front row of the outfield
got there early, and took my pleasurably time strolling out of the game enjoying the Philllies win that put them one game over 500.
We hit a grand slam, the fans, were good philly fans, fuck's and taunts a few even threw a few $1 dogs out onto the field to follow a giant phillies late game home run.
All seem to know the game, the dude next to me explained to his girl how a hitter "pulls a ball".
After my dreadful performance at the Home Opener, I needed this ballpark redemption.
It's great, seeing the same lady taking my money to park in the industrial lot.
The same old dude at the gate.
I ate a bunch of $1 tofu pups.
a High-five to everyone around me cheering the grand slam.
Just fine, feeling, laying in bed, to sleep, the windows open, chilled a bit, closing my eyes, with a win.

                       watched a bit of warming up


and a good find at my thrifty store

a great store on the edge of Parkside Ave.

Cheers, dl

Local X

the stuff outside my door, close

cheers!   dlowe

Quasar

east park sprints


This morning at 6:42a I swung around to the back of the group, the tail.   It's sparse at the back, balding thin.  Most everyone is bunched forward, hard-ons to go.
Saying "hello" to the blank faces, stern looks, to my place, the rear.
"you ready"  I said, to my tail gunning comrade.
"my first" she replied.
"Welcome"
we rolled.




opening day


"they win?"
"how'd it go?"
"the phillies win?
I was asked in the concourse, making our way home,  Meach, Anthony, and I,  from opening day.
They were losing, and it was cold.  we got to the park early, pre-gamed, and shivered for a Long time.
and left early.
I won't ever again.

Most everybody is losers.
good Losers don't lie.
It hurts, stings, grumpness.


I did fine for my first east park sprints today.
moving from the back to the front.
I did not get first on any of the 7 laps.
I rolled honest.
and was really happy with rolling 5's, somehow just on the cusp of the front, fifth every lap, consistent.


Cheers, dlowe


It's not what you roll, but how you roll, that I love about you.
Quasar.