Tiger Fan said:
Back from Astros corn hole. Props to ignoramus for setting it up. A few notes:
-for some reasons cos is unable to receive texts from me. Even in a group thread. Maybe he has me on the JoeT plan
-was talking all game how I've always wanted to catch a foul ball. Told cos the story about when I was 13 I caught 4 straight HR balls from Ron Gant during BP, but I've always wanted to catch a live one. Literally as soon as cos left I caught a bouncer down from the upper deck in the exact to where cos was sitting
-ignoramus has a funny story to tell about the initial meet
A good time had by all
Since I work about a mile away from Minute Maid and didn't have to battle Houston traffic, I ended up being the first one to the bar. I grab a table, order a beer and check my texts... TF says he's walking down Texas St. toward the bar. Cool, he's close. Having never met the guy, I don't know what to look for (other than a dude adorned in purple and gold from head-to-toe, yelling "Geaux Tigers") so I'm just kind of looking for someone that looks like they're looking for someone.One guy who just walks in and is kind of standing there, looking around fits the bill so I make eye contact and yell "Chris?" He nods and walks over, we shake hands and I introduce myself by my slave name and his buddy comes over and introduces himself. We all sit down and there's a little bit of an awkward silence so I ask "So, you're in town for work?" "Yep. work." He asks me what I do and I tell him. A couple more minutes of small talk go by and Chris asks me how I knew his name. I'm a little confused because we've been exchanging texts throughout the day and I had just scanned the thread earlier and for some reason was reminded of
this post, so all I could muster was "Aren't you Chris, from the internet?"
Blank stares.
So I'm trying to explain that I'm meeting these guys from the internet that I only know through a message board. Stranger Chris asks me "You do that sort of thing?" "Well, um, this is my first time." They pretty quickly get up from the table and hightail it to the bar and thankfully just a minute or two later cos and TF finally show up.
Turns out Stranger Chris and his buddy were sitting about ten rows in front of us and one section over at the game. Small world.
Cos getting his backpack full of kombucha and vodkas in past ball park security was a thing of beauty. (Although doesn't the vodka kill off all the beneficial bacteria in the kombucha?) Thanks for making the SIX HOUR DRIVE to hang with a D-lister (and TF), GB.
TF's got a glorious head of hair and DID nab a foul ball probably before cos even made it to the top of the stairs (and gave it to a nearby kid, BTW).
Good guys and good times.