Okay, so the last time I uttered those words, a gay bar and a gymnastics team were involved...but let's not bring up past history. Now I'm using those words to cheer on my team...the Mets! We just went to our first game of the season and had a blast.
But the excitement started even before the game got underway. As I approached the security line, I made sure I had my iPhone in my pocket, along with my keys and the game tickets. After getting frisked--is it so wrong that I rather enjoy this?--the guard looked at me and said, "You have an iPhone, huh?"
I was absolutely amazed that his hands were that trained to the task. He proceeded to name everything I had in my pocket...just by the quick frisk. I, of course, immediately wondered what else he could tell about me. It may have been my imagination, but I think I detected a wink as he sent me on my way. I'm just saying.
As always seems to happen to me when I go to these games, I am quickly outed as a gay baseball fan. This time it was revealed when a foul ball was hit into the stands...straight at us! Of course the straight men were climbing all over each other with their hands reaching to the sky in the hopes of catching the quick-flying ball. Me and my partner covered our faces, ducked our heads and screamed like school girls.
Nonetheless, we're really looking forward to attending five more games with our friends throughout the summer. It's a great time of chatting, laughing, eating, and occasionally we even watch the game!