Lord only knows who that fucker could be. After all, my girl is a stripper. It would do me some good to finally get over there to Tropicana Field and submerge into fellow Rays fans. Did they exist?
"I'm excited," Strawberry said.
"Nothing like buying ten dollar beers,"
Traffic was smooth as Strawberry happily drove the Chevy and the sun bled into the car. Nothing like indoor dome baseball, which is to say, Rays Baseball.
Andriese takes then mound against reining AL Rookie of The Year, Micheal Fulmer who boasted a 2.00ish ERA. I won't lie, from the get go, I had very little expectation, especially after the bomb he gave up to birthday boy Miguel Cabrera. What a monster. He left a fastball right over the plate and well, Miggy did what he did best. Crush it. Top of the first. Tigers up 1-0. Fulmer mowed threw our lineup the first and second until TIM BECKHAM OF ALL PEOPLE comes in clutch in the bottom of the third. Strawberry got seats into the First Republic Bank Lounge for season ticket holders. A quaint spot and we stood under the rafters that looks out onto the turf. Shane Peterson singles prior to Beckham. Man on. Beckham turned on a pitch that looked like a fastball into left field. I couldn't believe my eyes. Maybe I began hating him less. Maybe. Andriese really settled in. I looked out to the scoreboard to see his pitch count was slowly creeping up but he really got ahead of the hitters. 0-2 counts. Love it. Pound the zone bubba, just like I'm gonna pound Strawberry later.
Andriese clocked out for the night with a nice ovation on a 6.0 IP, 4 H, 1 R, 1 ER, 1 BB, 5 KK, 1 HR. Not a bad night in the dome. Danny Farq, Hunter and Jumbo came in and held the potent Tigers offense down. Glorious. Derek Norris tacked on another run in the 7th. Struggling Kevin Kiermaier doubled in a run and Brad Miller singled in a run to putting the Rays ahead 4-1 in the 8th. Kiermaier had two strikeouts looking tonight, which is alarming considering the dude is "our guy" yet bats at a whopping .241. He steals and defends, yes, but there is too much swing and miss in that swing plus he tends to have a looping/swooping swing. I love him but he really needs to improve that plate approach. Critique the things you love. Top of the ninth. Alex Colome. Does what he does best. God, I love him. Nothing phases him. Keeps placid and cool. Mowed down Miggy, V-Mart grounds out and Romine lines to Longo wrapping up a well-played game. Finally a win. The dome will glow.
"God that was great baby," I mumbled.
"Are you happy?" she asked.
"Let's get married,"
Some guy to the left of us was wearing a shirt with a bold print reading St. Pete vs. Everyone. It was hard to make of the shirt considering a lot of the inhabitants of this town were geriatrics or transplants from another state and a life expectancy of 5-10 years...TOPS.
"What's your shirt mean buddy?"
I felt cheerful.
"Oh, this? It's something to do with work. I'm in real estate. I make 500,000 dollars a year," he boasts.
Strawberry looked at her phone as I stared on in more confusion. Silence.
"I have a plumbing problem in my shitty apartment just shy of 7th in Ybor,"
He chuckled.
"Really?" he laughed.
"Yes,"
People were silly but who cares. The dome was glowing orange and my heart was full of joy.
"Let's make love in a port-o-potty,"
"Are you serious? That's dirty," Strawberry said.
"I'm dirty,"
So we did...
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