This was yesterday at the A-Rod game. We went on Tuesday as well. We may go again tonight. Tonight would be part 3 for us. A-Rod please hit this ball tonight.
Despite A-Rod not delivering number 500 yesterday, we were treated to an unexpected surprise. First a few background notes. Jeter was supposed to have, an "off" yesterday as per Joe Torre's request for a 2-day rest period. Then all of a sudden in I forget what inning, you hear R. Kelly and Snoop Dogg's, THAT'S THAT SHIT. Just like that. No announcement, no nothing. And out comes New York's favorite shortstop and resident partier, Derek Jeter. The place went wild when everyone heard Jete's anthem and went even more wild with visual confirmation at the plate!!!! Here's how it went: Out comes Jeter with his little bad-ass strut magnified even more by Torre's special request to nix his day-off status and his very special surprise to the 52,000+ at the stadium who found out that he was back in the game by, "In the spot where the girls go wild. Dancing video style. I'm like That's that shit. Snoop Dizzle - hey Your boy Kells - boy Let me hear you say - That's that shit". I have a feeling that Bob Shepherd was told to sit this one out, and let R. Kelly and Snoop announce that Jeter was in the game, rather than the traditional, "And now hitting, the shortstop, number 2 Derek Jeter". Hey Derek, we LOOOOOOOOOOOVE your roll!!! But I digress.
A-Rod disappointedly and perhaps expectedly folded under yesterday's pressure to hit number 500. Bases loaded in the third inning. Following back to back homeruns. A- Rod had many perfect opportunities. Poor A-Rod just couldn't take the pressure. But please, come on A-Rod, I love you, but I'm getting a little sick of going to J.Lo's old stomping grounds almost everyday this week. Tuesday, Thursday and quite possibly tonight. That would make 3 days of going into the Bronx. Three days of dressing very unfashionista, unless you consider someone wearing an unbuttoned number 23 jersey, a tank top and shorts a fashionista. Since we're sitting in left field AGAIN and paying out the nose tonight AGAIN (probably), would you please hit this ball directly into my brother or my husband's hands so that:
a. we get paidb. there is minimal injury to either brother and/or husband when a band of hungry Yankee fans descend upon their unmuscular bodies in an attempt to steal the $500,000, I mean the ball.
Oh, before I forget!Kyle Farnsworth. You suck. Plain and simple. I could've thrown better pitches than you yesterday and I throw underhand like a typical girl.
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