I went to a Jay game with my brother and law and his family. I wanted to get a hug with Ace, the Jays mascot, but my damn nieces beat me too hit, I'm so disappointed:

During the game a ball came very close to us. I got ready for it, but it was going to go over my head, I didn't jump for it because that never works, I just let it go. I didn't want to look like a tool, but then again I might have caught it and made it onto Sportscentre? Who knows. I didn't want to bust my hand up either. Ironically, I jammed my finger pretty good in basketball last week, my index finger is now as fat as a penis (insert your joke or witty comment here).
The Jays lost and have stunk since. It was fun while it lasted. Stupid Yankees and Red Sox.
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I got a "Mumble Crumble" apple pie while on the road last weekend, it was awesome. This place features a giant red apple. I could eat that apple if I really wanted to:

If I was in a band, this would be my album cover:

Our band name you ask: Big Ben and the Apple Pirates.
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My wife and I met up with an old friend of hers recently and he was talking about his new dog. We will say that the dog's name is Sarah*. I asked my wife as we left, wasn't the girl he dated for 4 years in college named Sarah? She said it was and we laughed. Weird.
Now I'm starting to wonder why my wife has suggested 'Best Sex Bob' or 'One Night Stan' for the name of our first puppy!
*This is actually the dog's name, I'm not going to use dog aliases, that is getting carried away.