Memorial Daze
Yes, yes yes, it’s been another way-too-long since I’ve last blogged, but I come bearing news and photos. So get off my cytber-back.
First, June is nearly upon us, and with it several chances to see me perform. (Also, chances to send me birthday presents). Here are some highlights…
Here’s some other fun stuff…
Photo Day!
As if going to see the Angels cream the Dodgers last weekend weren’t special enough, we happened to get tickets that included an invite to walk on the warning track and take photos of the players –an invite I eagerly accepted.
I thought most of the photos would be like this, me pointing at Bartolo Colon like a Cy Young-winning monkey in a cage.
Bart’s a big chubby guy who can throw 94 miles per hour while wearing a t-shirt and a latino-fro.
If you didn’t know he was a baseball player, looking at him, you’d probably think he was out winning chili cook-offs.
Another typical photo was like this, me looking forlorn while John Lackey and Jered Weaver talk to an actual professional photographer yards away…

No fair! I drove all the way down from Hollywood and walked all the way down from my seats. Look over here, you lanky starting pitchers!
I guess Lackey can do whatever he wants since as of this writing he’s the only 8-game winner in baseball. It’s something special to watch a guy emerge from a tough rookie to a genuine ace. Still, it wouldn’t hurt for him to turn around, would it?
And Jered? You’re now the young kid in his second year in the bigs. Are you too cool for school already?
I was growing despondent.
Fortunately, I noticed the short, mini-people in front of me (apparently, they’re called “Children”) and they make baseball players come over to you and pose for photos. These things are handy to have around.
Check it out!
Me & Chone Figgins!
Chone is one of my very favorites and I told him so. Actually I told him he was my favorite. Is it ok to lie/exaggerate to get a photo? I say yes.

Me & Mike Napoli!
Dedicated readers –ok, reader– of this blog might remember when I wrote about my discovery and nicknaming of Napoli. So now here I was right next to him and I was dying to know… Is “Nappy” really a nickname that people call him, or did me and my pals make it up? And if we did, would he be willing to adopt it? And if not, what nickname would he prefer us to use?
Thing is, the word “nappy” has been in the news this year, and not a in very positive light. Also, Mike is a big guy who works out and is surrounded by security personnel. I thought he might think I was making fun of him. So instead I shut up and got more photos.
Then he sat the game out and we didn’t get to call him anything.
Me & Gary Matthews Jr.!
We were all worried about Gary earlier this year, but soon after the season started, the negative talk died down. I was still on the fence myself, but he was so friendly to the “children,” crouching down to say “Hi, my name is Gary, what’s yours?” that I just had to respect him. Plus, I can say this with my heterosexual and platonic crush on the Angels –he is one good-looking dude. Finally, he took a photo with me –the cure for all misbehaving celebrities.

Me & The Foul Pole!
Truly, A dream come true!








I’m looking forward to everything, you special-meet-and-greet-baseball-players-ticket-holding celebrity, you.