It’s time to document yet another sporting event that I don’t really care about over social media!
It’s time for: Tweets from the World Series — Game 2: I have no idea what’s going on because I’m listening to it on the radio.
So apparently I’m somewhat famous in the world of athletics and Twitter.
After a well-thought out joke about Red Sox “Beardwagon” (Patent-Pending Janney Lockman Original) fans, I realized that it was going to be impossible to watch the game online for free without giving away my social security number.
That’s okay though, because I was honest pretty early on about my motives.
So I decided to listen to it on the radio, because if you live in the US and are trying to watch a sporting event without a TV, you’re expected to go to the bar and not sit on your couch like a hermit. Also, how do people in the rest of the country understand people from Boston? In my opinion, it’s the hardest to understand American accent.
The Evolution of the Beardwagon
So I got myself into watching the World Series because of the beards. Baseball’s a good sport for eye candy because they don’t wear much protective equipment. And an entire team has BEARDS. Now that’s what I call teamwork.
This hashtag better be trending by the time the ‘Series is over.
My attention began to wane once I realized that without visual aids, I had no idea what was going on. And as my friend Brad pointed out, there’s really no point in caring without visuals.
My laziness got the better of me, which was why I was sitting on my couch eating peppers, playing logic games on my phone, and listening to baseball, instead of drinking beer at Dark Horse and seeing the “baseball bulges” for myself.
A Legitimate Question
When you’re listening to the game but not seeing the players names, some confusion can arise.
(I think I mostly just wanted to compose a Tweet that said “Waka Flocka Flame”).
But then I did some research. I think the tone of this Tweet conveys my disappointment.
I UNDERSTAND BASEBALL! I KNOW NICKNAMES!
But I’m kind of a bad fan.
Actually I’m a terrible fan.