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Take me out to the ball game…

On Monday, my girlfriend, her parents and I left town headed for Kansas City. Her dad had acquired tickets to two games of the Royals vs. Yankees series. Her dad works in the Cardinals club house, so he knows all of the ball players. A couple months ago, the Royals were in town, and with them Mark Grudzielanek, a former Cardinal. Her dad expressed interest in seeing the Yankees series in KC, and so Mark hooked him up.

So there we were in KC for the baseball games. The day after our first game, we were eating lunch at George Brett’s restaurant in the plaza. It was a nice day, and we were just hanging out enjoying our meal. Out of nowhere, my girlfriends mom gets this “oh my gosh” look on her face and freezes. Then blurts out, “Oh my gosh, its Mark!” With that, her dad gets up and bolts out the door of the restaurant to catch him. The only thing was, the restaurant had a weird “art deco” design, and the front door was a little nondescript. He missed the door completely and started to frantically pace the bar area looking for the exit. A quick “deer in headlights” glance back at us, whom by the way were laughing uncontrollably, got him pointed in the right direction. Out the door he went to thank Mark for the tickets. Luckily the lunch rush was over, and there weren’t many people in the restaurant. I can only imagine Mark’s reaction to an old man chasing him down the street with a mushroom swiss burger hanging out of his mouth.

All in all, we had a nice trip. The weather was nice, the seats were very nice, and the Yankees and Royals split the two games we were at. What else can you ask for?

Fw: Fw: Fw: I Don't Care!

I have an email offender in my address book. Everyday I can count on getting at least two or three useless "“joke"” emails. Fortunately, Gmail allows me to create some pretty sophisticated filters to channel these emails automatically into a junk folder. I rarely have any make it into my inbox anymore, but when they do, it'’s just that much more annoying.

My dilemma is this. How do I politely tell the offender to cut it out, with out looking like an anti-social snob?