My friend Craig had extra tickets to Barry Bonds’ last game with the Giants, so he invited me and my friend Nathan along. We had really good seats (row 10 on the 3rd base side). Even though I’m not a big fan Giants fan, it’s always fun to go to a ballgame and of course, take pictures! Nathan and I brought our cameras along, but the the people who sat in front of us had big posters that blocked our photography efforts.
In the middle of the 6th inning, I went to use the restroom, and asked if anyone wanted me to get anything. Craig asked for garlic fries, but he told me to get them only if the lines were short. There were a handful of people in line, so I went ahead and stood in line. All the while, bottom of the inning, Giants at bat, Bonds on deck. I was very tempted to leave the line, but I figured, it’s ok, I’ll just watch on the TV’s. Apparently, it was his last at bat. He was leaving because his big toe was hurting (poor baby…*said in the tone of Hanz & Franz*) Anyways, I guess the fans gave him a standing ovation. He came out, waved his hat around…yay. And poof. Just like that, he’s gone. No speech to thank his fans. Not even an interview with the press. Bonds and his attitude, all the way to the end.
Anyhoo, here’s why I’m posting this today. Craig IM’ed me this morning and sent a scan of the front page of the sports section in today’s San Jose Mercury News:
Click on the link to see what I’m talking about. You can see my friend Craig on the left with the hat and Nathan on the right with his camera, but WHERE AM I??? Yes, I was in line–missing. Totally missing. These things are only supposed to happen to someone like Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents.
Funny, I wasn’t that upset about missing Barry Bonds. I’m more upset about being missing from the newspaper. There goes my 15 millimeters of fame.