Two new minor league ballparks were added to Real Men Don’t Wear Small. Actually, it’s one new ballpark, and one redux, since the ballpark known as the Diamond in Richmond, the former home of the AAA Richmond Braves, is now home to the AA Richmond Flying Squirrels. Yes seriously. And preceding that was a trip out to the sticks of Virginia, to where I could see the new A+ affiliates of the Braves, the Lynchburg Hillcats.
While at the beach for Andy’s bachelor party, we made a visit to BB&T Coastal Field, to catch a game between the current Myrtle Beach Pelicans, as they took on the former Myrtle Beach Pelicans, who now go by the Lynchburg Hillcats. But more importantly, we wanted to see and meet WWE Hall of Famer, Jerry “The King” Lawler. It was cool to meet the King, but I couldn’t shake the feeling in the back of my mind that it seemed like he didn’t really want to be there, and was more or less just there for the paid appearance.
But anyway, details behind rest of the bachelor party, as they should be, are more or less not really worth talking about. Lots of drinking, and a whole lot of goofy shit at the dime of the groomsmen who hope they don’t have to do this shit again for this fucking homo.
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I went up to Charlotte to go watch baseball, despite the fact that the team from Charlotte actually played in South Carolina. Either way, it didn’t stop me from taking a few hours to try and explore the city of Charlotte on my own, before realizing that since it was actually on Easter Sunday, every fucking thing was closed.
After finding a place that actually had a normal breakfast, and not some $100 champagne brunch, I walked around, only to discover the aforementioned closures of pretty much everything, and instead went straight to Fort Mill, South Carolina, where I enjoyed the park, and a pleasant Gwinnett Braves blowout victory, despite getting my arms, neck, and ears brutally sunburned.
CLT Charlotte/Douglas airport is one of the worst airports I’ve ever been to, from a TSA security checkpoint standpoint. Each terminal had like one agent doing check ins, and the lines just to get through security were absurdly long. Hopefully, I won’t have to fly in and out of there for a while now.
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During my unexpected trip up to Virginia, I salvaged my sanity by twice finding my zen by watching some baseball, and some exploration for baseball. The first night I was there, Huzzard and I went to go catch a pretty pitiful game between the Nationals and Brewers, but the good news is that the Nationals ended up winning, as pathetic as the offense was that night. It was also cold as shit, but I’m really really glad that I had my sweatshirt on me for the night, or I really may have gone crazy.
I then went up to Hagersfuck, Maryland to visit a ballpark I’d never been to, in Municipal Stadium, home of the Washington Nationals’ Single-A affiliate Hagerstown Suns. But more importantly, current home to future Jesus, and obvious current douchebag, Bryce Harper. I took a great deal of pleasure watching him strikeout twice, looking, and being all incredulous and disbelieving that this baseball thing actually is kind of difficult. Either way, it was a very pleasant afternoon, spent with my friend Carolyn, instead of a member of my family, whom I’ve been a little disappointed with lately these days.
Naturally, with a new park in the books, an update to my ballparks site is soon to come.
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I think it was to spite me, but I somehow made it onto the second-to-last flight of the evening, and made it home about an hour sooner than I was expecting. After about the first eight hours of failed flights, I started chatting up an attractive girl whom we both realized that we were in the same predicament, as we had grown aware of each others’ presences at all the gates since about 7:00 a.m. Conversations were pleasant, and I got to learn that she’s also local to Atlanta, there was no ring on the hand, and in the back of my head, went the “hmm” voice.
And then naturally, inevitably comes the carefully tactful mentioning of the boyfriend that I have to try and not let visibly affect me, while she gets to possibly feel flattered that some other guy was showing initial interest in her. But whatever, at an airport, I wouldn’t have it any other way, and regardless of the events of the day, the weekend, I’m simply just glad to finally fucking be home.
As of right now, I’ve missed six flights back to Atlanta, and I’m currently stranded at Reagan National Airport. The storms I narrowly avoided leaving Atlanta on Friday ultimately caught up with me on Saturday, and in the process forced pretty much every airline to cancel flights left and right, to which the continuous backlash of such backlogging is striking me with much vengeance at this very moment. I predict I will miss a total of twelve flights by the time I’m able to get through. Thankfully I have plenty to read, and the requisite internet access to bitch and moan about how much my April’s been sucking.
Needless to say, without question, I won’t be able to make it back to Atlanta in time for me to actually do any work that I’d get paid to do. I have the option of calling my mom and having her get me out of here until a later time when every single flight doesn’t have 50+ other stranded passengers waiting to get on, but to be perfectly honest, I’d rather wait here at the airport. It’s barely more comfortable here than it is at my parents’ house.
Three times out of four, whenever someone asks me to look at their computer, because there’s something that feels wrong, one of the first things I notice is that their virus protection is out of date, and/or there are critical Windows updates that have gone completely neglected, many of which involve important listed security updates.
Two times out of two, when it pertains to my parents, the neglect has gone way too long, and both machines are plagued with viruses, and/or rootkits that have run so rampant, that they’re pretty much doing their usual pain-in-the-ass job and preventing any scans from running, let alone detecting them.
At the rate things are going now, the game I want to go see tonight will be canceled by rain, the Braves will lose both games to the Mets, I’ll have a hellacious time trying to get back to Atlanta, and my new car will have a window smashed, doors keyed, be on blocks, and radio ripped out.
