Photos: A day in Montgomery, Alabama

The pursuit of travel and baseball took me down to Montgomery, Alabama for a day, to take in some local sights, and eventually watch some baseball.  Compared to Birmingham from just a week ago, I have to say that I liked Montgomery more.  Ironically, a lot of it has to do with the historic feel of the area, and walking around what I suppose was a major home of the Confederacy.

The first White House of the Confederacy is what’s pictured above, and it’s kind of interesting to think that I never heard of such a structure even existing in contemporary school, despite the fact that Virginia too was a “southern state.”

As much as I thought I would be looked at with a strange eye for being a Chinaman in Montgomery, Alabama, I was pleasantly surprised to have not really run into such incident.  Well, not openly.  Then again, being a Sunday afternoon, pretty much the entire city was deserted, except for the sparse church-goers and baseball enthusiasts at the park.  I’ll save the park opinions for when I eventually update the baseball site, but as for the rest of the pictures, beyond the jump.

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Photos: A day trip to Birmingham, Alabama

Since I was kind of sick at the start of the baseball season, I pretty much missed the entire opening homestand for the Braves.  Which is kind unfortunate, considering the Braves won five out of the six games they played in Atlanta, but now they’re on the west coast, and will be out there for like another week, or so it will feel.  Or maybe it’s just that I really relish the novelty in visiting ballparks I haven’t been to before, over my home park, who knows really.  So the first baseball game I went to live this year would be a new one.

Despite having lived in Atlanta for the past nine years, I’d never actually stepped foot in the state of Alabama before.  I’ve never had any reason to, and I can’t say that I’d never felt compelled to visit for any other reason than baseball.  Living where I live, I’ve had my share of exposure from Alabamans, most of them less than positive.  Too much Roll Tard and absurd loyalty to college football spawning irrational idiocy.  But with Rome and Lawrenceville already off the list, it left me with few alternatives.  And with the Braves’ double-A affiliates from Mississippi playing in Birmingham, it looked like good of reason as any to make my first ever trip into Alabama.

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Well, I guess I can watch the season opener now

I’m sick right now.  I rarely get sick.  I’m sick as a motherfucker right now, because people around me get sick because they’re weak and feeble, and their bodies can’t fight off sickness like mine can.  Furthermore, for whatever selfish reasons, these people still decide to show up to work and spread their plague, not realizing that it doesn’t take much to spread plague within an office environment; it’s about as easy to spread as likely as their kids did it at home, when they caught it at another easy place to spread it, like daycare.  Fuck people, stupid fucking idiots all around me.

I skipped trivia last night, because the symptoms were creeping in, and I thought I’d have some time to play some more ME3 instead, but I found myself shivering and miserable, and I ended up going to bed at eight fucking thirty, I felt so shitty.  At least three times I shivered myself to sleep, only to kick off the covers when the heat of fever made being covered unbearable.  I woke up several times to find the metaphorical frog in my throat that hurts like a bitch when I swallow.

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Yikes

Now I like and appreciate Chipper Jones as pretty much all Braves fans do and should, but there’s no fucking way I’m getting his mugshot tattooed on my body.  To the credit of the tattoo artist, it’s very obviously, and clearly Chipper Jones, but at the same time, that’s not necessarily such a great thing.

I always said it would be nice if my future ex-wife were not completely disgusted with the idea of baseball, but there are lines that even I wouldn’t want crossed.  Seeing Larry Wayne Jones the Third tattooed anywhere on her body is an instant deal-breaker.  And that’s coming from someone with dorky anime tattoos on both his shoulders.

 

The misery of others makes me happy

Not going to lie, the best part about watching the deciding game between the Cardinals and Phillies is all the repeated shots of the crowd as the game got later and later, with but a diminutive 1-0 score, with people growing more and more concerned, and the superstitions came out, and the fans began to look more and more pathetically glum.  Rally caps, endless shots of people worriedly rubbing their hands, and numerous hair pulling.

But when the final outs were recorded, the practical montage of distressed and defeated fans were pure gold.  Children, adults, and the elderly all looking like they were all told that their families were killed.  All the face palming, people crying, and heads hung low.

The defeat of the Phillies made me feel happier, more than the failure of the Braves made me upset.  lol

I guess I should write something about this

In all honesty, what happened on Wednesday night doesn’t bother me that much.  Certainly not to the point, where pretty much everyone who knows that I love baseball, seemingly needs to give me condolences as if the dog taco died on me or something.  I love baseball and all, but it’s still, just the game of baseball in the end.  Out of a field of 30, the expectations for championships is slim every year, regardless of the accumulated talent and what so-called experts predict.

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Photos: Nationals Park baseball trip

With the season winding down, I decided to go up to Virginia and catch some bonus Braves baseball while spending time with my friends.  Even though I knew that the Braves always play like shit up in Nationals Park, I would rather set superstition aside for good company and live baseball.  Despite the fact that the Braves managed to pull out the victory in the Friday game, they came back down to earth on Saturday and Sunday, by promptly getting pwned, as is customary in D.C., bringing my record to seeing the Braves at Nationals Park to an awesome 1-5.

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