Baseball, Pizza, and Sex Toys

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Ginger, Darren from Devil’s Alley and I headed over to Camden on Thursday morning. But things got weird before I got more than a block from my house when I saw, lying in the middle of 19th and Bainbridge, a sexual aid, as it were (mildly disturbing picture after the jump). Things got even weirder when we hopped off the red line in Camden. The red line has cards which you have to put in the turnstiles to get you through. I put mine in, but I couldn’t get through. I tried time and time again to no avail. Finally I hopped the turnstile. That’s when the voice of God came through a nearby drive thru speaker. “Hey you, in the white shirt, you need to go to City Hall and turn yourself in.” The voice of God (which was female by the way) was asking me to make a citizen’s arrest of myself. It was then that I realized that it wasn’t the voice of God but that I had been caught on a surveillance cam (above) hopping the turnstile and that the voice of God was a woman who spends her day watching the monitor, waiting for creeps like me to break the law. The woman then called a nearby phone. I pleaded my case, and was given my freedom. Once that was settled, it was on to the game.

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When we arrived at the game, it became apparent that almost everyone there was between the ages of 6-10. Which made me feel like a creep for wearing my “Virginia May Be For Lovers, But Pennsylvania Has Intercourse” t-shirt. The view was tremendous, the game was pretty good, and a fine time was had by all. When I showed Suzy the pic above, she thought it was real. “Oh my God!” she screamed, “Somebody at 19th and Bainbridge had their thing cut off?” I swear she said that, and meant it. Unbelievable. Anyways, the Sharks had a 2-1 lead going into the 9th inning and then their bullpen blew it, and they lost 6-2. It seems that PBS (pathetic bullpen syndrome) is catching all over the area. Then, after the game, we went to Guido’s Pizza in Camden. Hopefully have a review soon.