I love Geoff Leach. Every day.
Hey now, don't lump the whole Diamond Level together. My tickets were used by Eastexastro from this site. I am sure he will tell me that he did nothing but heckle Cubs fans the whole game.
The problem is that your boss is too cheap to shell out for the really good seats in the Diamond Club. You know, the ones where you can be seen on TV so you can call all your friends and wave.
Yeah, gleach, you get a pass. I just got sick of seeing those fat, goofy bastards in Cubs jerseys all night.
The textbook definition was the goober with Mardi Gras beads last night who had won the quarterly sales contest at his company and was rewarded with one (1) ticket for the contest and was calling the folks back home in Moline. It was the greatest night in his life, next to winning 4th chair in the state tuba finals.
I blame Tilman Fertitta.
An idiot in beads is a bit of light relief from having to see Tillman's ugly, oversized melon in the background every game.
The bigger problem is actually having friends to call.
Friends suck you dry. Scrape 'em off!