Yeah, so for some reason I thought the Orioles were playing the Blue Rays on Thursday. Just goes to show how my brain is wired, I suppose …

… anyway. So I was at the game on Thursday, along with just about all of my new coworkers, treat of our employer: bought us tickets, and gave us spending money. Yay, cheap beer! Boo, for no Boh on the concession stands on the upper level. Plus, we got paid to be there, too. Cool! I know I had a much better time once I decided to take the plunge and start drinking cheap beer: Heineken, Miller, Budweiser. Beer out of plastic bottles? Weird!

This was my first ball game since I went to see the Red Sox with my dad last summer. My next game will be May 31st: the cousins are comin’ down from Connecticut, and we’re all going to the park. The Red Sox are again playing.

While I wore my 2004 Red Sox championship shirt to the game on Thursday, I think my dad would disown me if I wore a Sox shirt to an O’s v Sox game, so I’ll be investing in an O’s-logo shirt, and maybe a Nationals’ ball cap.