Meet & Greet II: da review

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Meet & Greet II: da review

FIGHTING FOR THEIR RIGHT TO PARTY!

I’m not going to lie, last year’s Meet & Greet was similar to a Train Wrek meeting…a bunch of guys sitting around, staring at each other with one hand down their pants (same pair of pants). Needless to say I was apprehensive about attending this year’s gala event. But I’m a team player (unlike 90% of the ‘Bunts staff) so I gave it another shot.

3 THE HARD WAY

M&GII was held in the Linc parking lot so adult libations could be consumed and boy were they ever! Camp Hood rolled in about 11am with a cooler full of road sodas & an open mind. When I rolled out of my boy’s minivan riddled with Anti-Obama bumper stickers (FML) I was greeted by the ‘Grand Puba of tailgating’ the Wriz. Then I gave my boy DB29 a pound. Wriz & DB29 hanging out with each other? Damn skippy bro! They’re back together like Brandon Walsh & Dylan McKay on some Peach Pit noise! Soon I was introduced to Facebook phenom Robin who couldn’t be any nicer. I was also introduced to her partner in obsessive posting, Kurt Wilson, who held court like Fonzie at Arnold’s Drive-In. So it was all good with the Hood, until it was time to nosh...

I’D SOONER WALK NEXT YEAR THAN RIDE THE LIMBAUGHMOBILE.

Instead of a grill someone brought a jar full of oily bologna. It was something straight out of Toxic Avenger II. If anyone knows H-Double they know I don’t put oily bologna in my temple. Then someone came up to me and told me how he loved reading my blog each week and how funny it was. I said thanks and he said ‘no problem Kornhole.’ Kornhole? WTF? I was ready to break north until local Philly fan, by the way of Pittston, John W showed up. When John rolled up in his jeans & flip-flops ensemble I knew ish was about to get real. So I decided to stay….and I’m glad I did.

FASHION PLATE JOHN W.

Everyone seemed to get along and have a good time. People drank, ate, laughed, took pics trying to forget about Capt. Pop Out’s (J*Roll) performance the day before. It was nice to be in the presence of people who are just as excited about the Fighting Phils as I am. Game time was near so we stumbled over to CB Park to get our seats.

SUPPORTING THE LOCAL TALENT

Kudos to the Wriz for hooking us up with some sweet lower level seats. The view was great as we watched Fat Joe pitch one of infamous Homerun Derby outings. By the 3rd inning the Phils were down by 2 runs and the natives were getting restless. The latter coupled with the mother & daughter duo behind me commenting on every player’s ass pushed my posse out of our seats and onto the concourse. We stepped to Tony Lukes and enjoyed ourselves a fresh cheese steak. At this point the sky opened up and the rains came. And it wasn’t a summer warm mist…it was a ‘Rocky 5 cold shower after fighting Drago’ rain. So we ventured over to right center near Larry ‘the Bulls’ when I saw this sign…

EVEN HECTOR LUNA COULDN’T THROW HIS BAT THIS FAR.

The sky’s finally cleared and we returned to our seats to realize the Fish had tagged on 3 more runs. By this time it was the 8th inning and we realized the Phils weren’t going to get this one. So, my crew headed out the door, to the Linc, into the ‘minivan of lies’ to head home via 476N.

 

Like Ecstasy crooned in One Love “all in all we had a ball.” It was a great time with great people. I hope that the Phillies Bunts continues to blow up as well as the multiple FB pages of those that were in attendance. I’m already looking forward to M&G III: Return of the Netfather. I only hope D*Girl, Kornhole & Eugene will show up to our 3rd installment . Time will tell…let’s get ‘bunted!!!

MRS. ZUCKERBERG