It was a glorious day of baseball has our diamond heroes came to play. All in attendance were happy at games end. The good guys 8 and the other guys 4. Tomorrow the good guys play VCU. We look forward to hanging out with the Common Wealthy fans of Virginia.

The Tupelo Flash, Bubba Earl and I met up in Tupelo at Steele's Dive to get the party started properly. The food was good, the beer cold and the waitresses pretty. After an even 24, we jumped in my new car, bought just for this weekend. Headed out for Vegas driving at the speed limit of 95 so that we wouldn't attract any unwanted attention from local law officials. When we made Vegas, the law was waiting. They were nice enough to let us know all was forgiven from the last trip we made to town, but that was dependent on us watching the games and doing nothing else. We agreed in principle to the deal. To celebrate we went by the beer store and bought 20 more cases of Bud and a box of breathe mints just in case we were pulled over again.

The first game we were in the left field lounge with all the other lizards and 4 parents of Samford players. Brave souls they were, so we fed them some pork pig bar b que and as many Buds as they wanted. Mr. and Mrs. Third base's parents had themselves a great time. I hope they make it thru the loser's bracket so we can party with them again. Bubba Earl kept a running monologue with the left fielder the whole game. He kept asking the football player if the Pirate let the team have wenches (hookers) and space dust (cocaine) in the locker room before each game. Bubba told him they would play better if he did. The football right fielder said he would take it up with the coach at the next team meeting. Bubba told him we alumni care about the health and well being of the team as he was giving him a 6 pack to take back to the dugout. The Samford right fielder said he wanted to be a bartender when he graduated. He said his major was restaurant management. We knew that was just foolish talk. That's the major for running strip clubs not just being a bartender. But we wished him well until Flash figured out he drank out of one of the whiskey bottles without wiping his mouth first. They don't teach those manners in Alabama I guess.

The second game of the day we sat behind the umpire to help him understand that people care what he's doing even when nobody actually cares about the game itself. We flipped a coin to see which team me and Flash would cheer for and who Bubba got stuck with. VCU and Campbell was a heavy weight match of future goat herders, farmers and beer salesmen. Maybe one of these players would realize his dream of becoming a radio broadcaster in the Yankees minor league system. I have to be honest, it was a great game between these battle tested foes, for about 5 minutes. VCU whipped the living hell out of Campbell. This gave us plenty of time to drink and carry on with the three people who were actually watching the game. The umpire tried to give Flash some money to go away and leave him alone. I thought that was a nice gesture, one in vain but still. Bubba Earl kept leading cheers for the Camels. Yea the losing team's mascot was a middle eastern animal of some renown. After VCU started to really pound sand and kick rocks, Bubba Earl gave up. All 3 of the Camel fans were feeling too bad to try to spell the team name. Bubba was so drunk he kept getting it wrong but nobody left seemed to care so we let him be him. It was a great day at the ballpark. Looking forward to tomorrow if we can find the hotel and get some sleep. I promised the ladies we would tour campus and look at the sites before the game.

Reporting from the front lines until next time. peace