Real Men Don’t Wear Small Update: Kansas City Royals, St. Louis Cardinals

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Two more of the 30 Major League Baseball parks were visited in the most recent Real Men Don’t Wear Small update.  The Kansas City Royals’ Kauffman Stadium, and St. Louis Cardinals’ Busch Stadium III were tackled in consecutive days, and as a bonus, double-duty was pulled after the Cardinals game, and a trip out to Sauget, Illinois, to see the independent Gateway Grizzlies at GCS Ballpark was made.

With Kansas City and St. Louis off the board, my current count is at 20 MLB parks visited, meaning only ten more to go.

Photos: The Missouri state baseball trip

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My poor, neglected brog.  Has it really been ten whole days since I updated you last?  Wow.  Ten days certainly feels like a lot of time, but I suppose really isn’t.  Either way, it isn’t due to just neglect, but the simple fact that I have indeed been busy.  That being said, part of recent activities has been the one of the many baseball trips I go on through the summer, as Huzzard and I invaded the state of Missouri, to hit up both the ballparks in Kansas City, and St. Louis, as well as an indy park in neighboring Illinois.

Along the way of baseball bliss are tons of barbecue and other food restaurants sampled and judged, scary, murder-ville, blood-stained sheets roach motel room, and some shitty midwest no-bust, 4.5 deck deep casinos that vacuum money.  And then we spend an extra day out in St. Louis to eat more food and do more touristy shit, but all-in-all, it was a pretty fantastic trip.

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FAILville

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Well, Jen and I don’t call this place F-ville without a reason.  The saddest thing is that the only place within reason where a person could’ve gotten sloshed and done this was at a nearby Ruby Tuesday’s.  Nothing screams place to binge drink to stupid drunk like Ruby Tuesday’s.

Photos: Two baseball trips and a wedding

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Headlining this recent batch of photo dumping is the wedding of my big gay brother getting married in a sham of a wedding that to those who know him, will not fool anyone in thinking he is anything other than a magnificent homo.  Other dumps are of my recent baseball trips to Lynchburg and Richmond, Virginia, that fewer people will care about, so clicking the image goes directly to the wedding album.

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Over eleven years in the making

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This serves as a preview picture of the 100 photos I took over the weekend, and a reminder that I am indeed in the brogging business.  May was a gauntlet of a month to begin with, and I’m hardly finding much time to catch up with personal brogging shit from a combination of prior engagements, baseball, family shit, and work.  But back from the wedding of my big gay brother, I am left with a feeling of happiness for him, and recognition of a good time altogether.  Pictures will be soon coming.

But in the mean time, this may be a picture of us all looking all polished, nice, and dapper, but approximately 4,234 days ago, this following picture was taken:

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Real Men Don’t Wear Small update: Moar Minor Leagues

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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.

You’ll never un-see it

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I’m one of those guys who will often use his own vernacular around people, with the expectations that they should understand it.  A part of me derives pleasure from the random reactions I get from people, after I have to explain my choice of words to them, and it’s even better when they begin to integrate it into their own vocabulary for future use.  Such is one of those instances.

  • Barry Bonds’ home run record will always have a butthole next to it.
  • That’s not the final price, see the butthole next to the MSRP?
  • No, you don’t use the X key for multiplication, you use the butthole key.

If you haven’t gotten it yet, buttholes are a euphemism for asterisks, since in a twisted kind of way, they kind of look like them.  Starfish, pinwheels, or whatever.  I call them buttholes.  Look no further than the crown jewel of guerrilla marketing at its best.

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