i went to the rangers game last night for my birthday only to see them get destroyed by the red sox. here i am watching jacoby ellsbury take us behind the shed for some one-sided lovin.
highlights of the game included it being dollar hot dog night and my brother-in-law calling mike napoli’s shot in the 4th.
lowlights included FIVE SEPARATE APPEARANCES by batboy mccoy aka bboy mccoy aka a guy dressed as a bat boy pop and locking on top of the dugout. i thought it was just a corny thing the rangers made up, but no, this guy was a ringer. this is how i reacted to each dance session.
1 - “oh wow, look at that batboy dance! go bboy, go bboy…”
2 - “hey bboy mccoy is back! i guess that is good.”
3 - “bboy mccoy? again? alright…”
4 - “not right now bboy mccoy. we are down by six and i am pretty sure your dance steps are bothering the players in the dugout. we kind of need to focus on the comeback.”
5 - (as we are getting up to leave in the 8th) “fuck you, bboy mccoy! this was all your fault!”
