See what a guy named Duaner will do to you? This was just an embarrassing game, especially the ninth, which did not need to happen at all, but also for Jeff Kent's lousy fielding.
Probably the worst of it was the obnoxious knuckle-dragger in a Padres warmup jacket sitting next to me; I was two seats away from him and I could still smell his breath, which had the aroma of fusty opossums. Not only was he loud, not only was he trying to engage me in conversation (when that was ...
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