Sports fan that she is, the Buc-ette of Ballast Point dragged me to Bucs Place in Tampa yesterday to watch her favorite football team practice their dance steps and skipping ability. I must admit these guys are generally graceful, though it seemed a bit incongruous to see a bunch of 300 plus pound manly-men skipping through the grass.
A highlight of my day was getting my picture taken with a couple of the more delicate Bucs players, though admittedly I have no idea who they are or what positions they play.
You have probably guessed by now that my beautiful bride is the true sports person in the family. I attended this practice session at her behest and for the beer. Imagine my chagrin when I discovered that beer would not be served. Holy crap, it was a million degrees centi-scorching and there was no beer! This is just PPP...piss-poor-planning. I can only guess how those guys tossing their balls around on the field must have felt.
Anyway, after sitting in a puddle of perspiration for an hour or so we decided to find a cool spot that served cold beer. We wound up at the Press Box where we watched the Tampa Bay Rays kick some Damn Yankee butt. Go Rays, and go Bucs! Woo-hoo!
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