Where the meaning is not quite clear, and we don’t care.
So Ellyn let Amrin buy a raffle ticket at a local grocery store about a month ago. As it turns out Amrin won. What’d he get? An 8′ tall Shrek, that’s what. It’s funny as all get out. Check out the gallery to see the other pictures we took of the big green guy.
I’m not one who would be described as a sports fan. Before the Braves game against the Nationals Monday night, I had no idea Andruw Jones was in a slump. Even still, I had the great fortune of attending the game with several friends and colleagues and enjoyed it quite a lot. Although Mr. Jones’ batting average fell from .199 to .198 that night, the Braves won. The temperature was perfect and we all got to hang out in box seats, so it really couldn’t have been better.
What struck me as odd was that on the way to the game, a measure of thought was put into the items we would carry in to the stadium. Special care was taken to make sure all of our pocket knives and hand tools had made it into a safe place before the hike from the car. We even half jokingly insisted that one of our network engineers remove his miniature swiss army knife from his keychain before leaving the car. All in good anti-terrorist fun, right? I mean, I take this stuff seriously if for no other reason than I have had sucky luck getting through security as of late. I always seem to have my leatherman turn up at bad times and I am sure I will eventually wind up on the anal probe list if I am not extremely careful. It’s comical, but I seem to break rules without trying (or meaning) to.
We passed through the security check at the front gate of Turner Field, checked briskly by the line of security to make sure we were as harmless as we appeared. We were each then given a bat! Not a 12″ toy bat either. They weren’t the big Louisville Sluggers like they gave out on bat night when I was a kid, but were somewhere around a junior size bat. They were all made in China, of course. Baseball is the great American past time in the same way apple pie and Chinese assault weapons help to symbolize us as a nation. These bats would seriously bring some pain if someone decided to make it so.
It’s too easy to poke fun at the fact that we couldn’t have walked in with bats. I’ll leave all of the bat night comentary to others.
What really makes me bring the whole thing up has more to do with Andruw Jones’ slump. All the bats had his name on them. I guess that was a good omen; if he can’t hit anything maybe a terrorist couldn’t either as long as Jones’ number is printed on the bat.