I had a pretty busy Easter weekend and it all started with an eventful Friday. I took off of work at about noon and headed to Miller Park where I crashed the Booze Inn tailgate party. Crashing this party is a tradition for me but I didn’t make it last year because I was 1000 miles away. This year was your typical debauchery. I shotgunned somewhere around a case of brews and washed it down with another six bottles of Mike’s Hard Iced Tea and then a couple more “social” beers. Part of the reason the day was so rough is that I didn’t have anything to eat all day due to Good Friday fasting. The tailgate was nothing more than your normal tailgate. It had your 35 year olds throwing up from too much foam in their beer bongs, it had people eating brats in grill ash off of the ground, you know, your normal events. After getting nice and “warm” we headed into the game. I went in with my buddy Feyer and lost him almost immediately when I refused to wait in line for the bathroom and ran around the stadium looking for a shorter line. Finally after that was over I somehow found Marti, maybe he called me? So the rest of the day was venturing from section to section talking to all the groups of people we knew there. I saw about 2 pitches of the entire game and missed the entire second half of the game because I was talking to people outside, but really, is opening weekend really about watching the games. So once the game was over we headed back to the Booze inn bus for a couple refreshments before heading home. Chad and I stayed there about an hour and then phase two of the story starts. Chad and I were heading back to my car (over by the Veteran’s hospital because the parking lot closed as I was getting to the game) when I saw some guy in a Yankees hat. Now the one thing I learned when I was living out East is that the Yankees suck. So like the knowledgeable baseball fan that I am I yelled to the guy, “Yankees Suck.” The guy that I yelled to kept walking with one of the friends but one of the turkeys piped up and asked what I said. So I told him, “Yankees Suck.” Well the little runt goes and cracks me in the face. Luckily I can take a punch (I owe this to my lovely brothers), and the guy hit like a woman, but I just got a little cut on my lip. That’s not a big deal but the kicker is we were in an intersection with about 25 people and 5 of those people were cops directing traffic. One of the cops comes over to the guy and grabs him by the collar and roughs him up asking him what he thought he was doing. So the cop dragged the guy over to the cruiser, slams him against the cruiser and cuffed him. Chad and I never got asked to stay so we just kept on walking when the light turned. One person that was by us turned to us and said, “That has to be the dumbest kid ever, look as all the cops.” So Chad and I made it back to my place safe and that guy was spending his weekend in the clink. So what did we learn from this kids? That the Yankees, AND the friends of people who like the Yankees, suck. That night I just stayed in. Chad and I had some brews and talked about old glories and I called it a night, after all I do have day the Saturday game tomorrow.