Twerve Days of Baseball

Ed note: This is our first in van posting, and this is us.
An update from Eric:

Virginia is for lovers, but Pennsylvania has intercourse. Thanks to my map studying skills, we figured out what this T-shirt means. There's a town called Intercourse, PA (it's right next to Bird-in-Hand, PA if you want to check your map).

Thanks and shout-outs to Jessa and Wesley Blades, who joined us at the Phillies game. It was good to see them. Dave came with us to the game as well. The stadium is probably one of the nicest I've ever been to. Everything was very open, and you could see the field from almost anywhere in the concourse. Dave and I got a little carried away during the Phils' comeback. They had one of those credit card giveaways with a Phillies blanket (sidenote - I still use the name Ryan Strobis, with Pine Crest's address every time I fill these out). Anyhow, Dave started holding his blanket out like a matador, and I charged it like a bull. Unbeknownst to me, there was a 1/3 full beer on the floor that I kicked clear across the aisle and douched the hell out of this 3 year old kid and his dad. Some of these guys say that the kid was crying, but I didn't see any of that. I'm pretty sure the Dad was way more worked up than the kid. (Dave, you should post a comment and give us a recap of what you thought was going on). Well, we apologized, and everything was cool.

I still don't even know how to make sense of what happened at the bar after the game. I was talking to this extremely crisp girl who may or may not have been any and all of the following or, perhaps, none at all: 411 verizon operator, stripper, adult film star, hooker, lesbian. Needless to say, she kept my attention most of the evening talking about things that are too naughty even for the internet. But I still hope to meet up with her on the internet in the future. If you're out there, Dallas, give me a call!!!

A quick Addendum from Edward:

These fools have touched on most of the past 24 hours, but I thought I'd add my 2 cents. Let's just say that being a Giants fan, wearing a Giants hat, writing a pro-Giants sign (if somewhat good-naturedly mocking) in a Phillies stadium was very comfortable to say the least. With the exception of a couple of drunk guys who kept the gay bashing comments flying (way to keep it classy guys, maybe you haven't noticed but you live in the city of "brotherly love"...), it was a overly welcoming atmosphere and most of the Phans were more interested in booing their own players than attacking Giants' fans. I gotta say that I would have faced more animosity wearing my Giants hat at a Red Sox / Yankees game in either Fenway or Yankee stadium where they unmercilously boo 9-year-old girls wearing Mets hats. Come on Philadelphia, I expected more out of you-- the majority of the taunts I got were from the 6 people I knew. We'll have to see how the Pittsburgians fare tonight...

My one major complaint was the one that cost the Giants' their manager and the game-- a fantastic catch by the Giants' left-fielder "Vote for" Pedro Feliz that was ruled a hit and allowed a run to score and ultimately contributed to the Utley grand slam. It was the worst call since Devo drunk dialed Dean Edelson last weekend in a moment of mis-guided passion and I'm still upset about it...

Quick town update, we just passed "Shy Beaver, Pennsylvania." Intercourse must not be far away... That is all for now as we continue on through this crazy state of richers that is Pennsyltucky.

P.S. One of the dudes we were staying with last night, namely Vaughn Pukenstein, was curdling blood last night with his projectile vomiting circa 5am, it was truly an aural feast and will not be forgotten easily.