Post by MSBNYY on Aug 25, 2006 13:23:17 GMT -5
Marc’s Trip to Toronto Part III: The Jays Don’t Strike Back
By MetsSuckBalls
I guess the best way to start out the finale of the Toronto columns is to give out a few awards. First, I give out the Isaac Newton Award to Bald Vinny. Vinny gave Mike Stanton a lesson in gravity when he dropped a baseball on the reliever’s head. To his credit, Stanton picked up the ball, signed it, and returned it to Vinny. Honorable mention for this award goes to Kwik and Mo. Kwik dropped his wallet in the bullpen, and Mo dropped a Bleacher Creature sign.
And speaking of signs, the Award for Best Sign goes to Mo. I don’t give that award out just because he was the only person in our section to make a sign. On Saturday, using a neon green oak tag board, Mo wrote absolutely nothing on it. He pulled out the sign with nothing on it, just as Tino hit a homerun to the Yankee bullpen. Those who taped the game can see a great view of that sign.
SUNDAY—
Have any of you ever heard a song that you immediately thought was horrible, but couldn’t get out of your head? And then, the song gets to the point where it kind of grows on you? Well, that happened to me in Toronto. For those that don’t know, the Toronto Blue Jays have a theme song. It’s called “Okay, Blue Jays.” It’s basically their equivalent of “Meet the Mets.” They play it in the 7th inning stretch just before “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” Anyway, the chorus of the song is “Okay (clap clap) Blue Jays (clap clap) Let’s! Play! Ball!” Like I said, lame at first, but then catchy.
Of course, we are talking about the Bleacher Creatures here. So naturally, the words were changed. Here is the section 39 version: “Blue Jays (clap clap) Are Gay (clap clap) Suck! On! My Balls!” I know of several people still singing that one. Those who are interested will be happy to know that I found and downloaded this song, as well as When the Saints Go Marching In from a napster clone. Hopefully Baloo will put both on the website.
Also, for those that don’t read the message boards on Section39.com, Bald Vinny asked me to make sure that everybody knows the correct words to When the Saints Go Marching In for when it is performed at the bleachers. Seems some people might not have been sure of all of the lyrics. So it’s now time for a MetsSuckBalls column sing-a-long.
Oh when Saints,
Go Marching In
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh how I want,
to be in that number,
when the saints go Marching in.
REPEAT
Incidentally, I learned that on Tuesday, radio hosts Opie and Anthony were performing that song – right down to the Gangbang trombone effects. While there is no proof that they were inspired by what happened in Toronto, it does seem like a strange coincidence.
Anyway, Sunday’s game was a 1pm game. Most of us had to make a 7:18pm flight. Essentially, we would have to leave right after the game. Check out time was noon. I woke up around 9am again, and Baloo called again. The night before, anticipating a Baloo prank, I went to the front desk and made sure that under no circumstances was I to get a wakeup call.
Ironically, Baloo, Tom, Steve and Mike were the victims of a 6am wakeup.
It was time to checkout. In the Skydome, it’s actually possible to check out through your television set. What will these Canadians think of next? No wonder they are the world leader in innovation. No wonder people automatically show respect at the words MADE IN CANADA.
Of course, I wanted a receipt, since I plan on writing Canada to get my taxes back. I don’t pay taxes to countries with a queen. If I were required to do so, I would have to insist on getting representation in their government. Otherwise, I would have to start a revolution and dump some tea in Lake Ontario.
To get that receipt, I had to venture to the front desk. I randomly ran into a few bleacher creatures there. I met up with Cowbell Mo in the elevator, and informed him of the noon checkout time. In the lobby, 41 and Phil were there. Phil apologized for his wrath the day before, which was fine. That whole incident didn’t bother me that much anyway, since it got me to East Side Mario’s a little quicker.
Anyway, the morning progressed. With a 1pm game, and a 7pm flight, I knew I had time for only one meal in Toronto. So this time I decided to do something different and go to East Side Mario’s. Evan and Baloo went too. And sadly, Amy was not there. I guess I can understand, after all, once you go American, you don’t go back. Well, I could say that, if that happened.
Daniel and Ashley were both there though. I thanked Daniel for steering us to My Apartment. I complained once again to Ashley about the Mets logo on the wall. She had 12 hours to get rid of it, and it wasn’t done. She claimed something about going to sleep and being off duty, but I think that was just a coverup for laziness. As we all know, Mets logos need to be erased. They are like graffiti, which of course is inappropriate in a NYC themed restaurant.
The meal was drawing to a close, and it was time to move on. But first, we had to at least plug Section39.com. So Baloo wrote down the website, and we gave it to Ashley. The text of the note was as follows:
www.section39.com -- not .ca because we’re American.
So we departed East Side Mario’s after taking a few pictures outside. Those pictures, as well as pictures of Tom and Evan having sex with a moose, will be available on this site shortly. Yes, Tom was THAT drunk. But that’s not a column, that’s a picture, and those pictures are being developed as we speak.
Unlike the other 2 days, we had an early game, so we didn’t have time to have many more pregame misadventures. It was time to invade Skydome one last time. By Sunday, it became clear that we were Yankee fans that had fans of their own. People were greeting us telling us how we were on TV, and trying to get pictures of us. Virtually all of us had at least one message on our machines at home saying that we were seen on TV, myself included. Brian had a big closeup on the Toronto news virtually every night.
Toronto has some strange promotions. On Sunday, they had a “take a picture with your favorite player day.” The first 5000 people that showed up got to walk on the field with their cameras. The talk the night before would be for everyone to get there early and have a picture taken with Raul Mondesi. But sadly, that was not to be. As it turned out, the promotion was more of a “take a picture OF your favorite player day.” Basically the players sat in chairs and fans took pictures.
Baloo, Evan, and I did not arrive early enough to walk on the field, but more important, we really didn’t WANT to walk on the field. So we did the only natural thing and point out good looking women and heckle fans in bad clothing. Some of the fans on the field were greeted with the typical BOSTON SUCKS or METS SUCK chants. We also spotted Cuban Monica on the field.
For this event, they kept the dome closed. I guess it was too sunny outside, so they closed the dome to make the pictures better. I realize that makes no sense, but you know Canadians. It was kind of cool watching the dome open. Naturally we all started doing the theme from 2001 (aka Ric Flair’s music). I took pictures of that.
Naturally, we were all in a great mood when the game started. After all, we had outscored Toronto 21-2 on their own home turf (and I mean the word turf literally). All we seemed to hear about was how Sterling, Kaye, and the TV stations were talking about us. No Hoda Mas, and When the Saints Go Marching In, as well as the new Cowbell Remix, were rocking the house. We had reason to be happy.
Once again, we graced the crowd with a performance of Oh Kennedy. Once again, we tormented Chris Latham. We remarked how he was not on the video game. And of course, there were the typical comments about Mr. Latham’s mother. Mo started with the “your mother’s a Yankee fan.” That was followed by “your sister’s a Yankee fan,” “your wife’s a Yankee fan,”and various other people are Yankee fans. Then Pops shouted that his dog’s a Yankee fan, and got booed.
It’s kind of funny to see the reactions of staff who don’t know our various schticks. The cotton candy guy was greeted with the circus theme, and gave us a look that was priceless. His pimple faced buddy, with classic red hair, made some comment, and was greeted with a Ralph Malph chant.
Mo wasn’t with us to start the game. Yankee closer Milton Rivera left him tickets, so he sat in those seats for a few innings before joining the hoopla.
In another unusual occurrence, Tom was drunk. On more than one occasion, we gave him the Canadian count. Instead of counting to 10, we counted to 14. 1, ay, 2, ay, 3 ay, etc. Security had never seen such a drunk person before and didn’t know what to do. But we assured them that he would be fine, and they left him alone.
Another funny story happened at the game. As is well documented, Tom dropped his cellphone in the toiled on Friday. He borrowed Laurie’s phone for the remainder of the trip. On Sunday, he got all mad, as he usually does when he’s drunk. He was panicking that his cellphone was missing (or Laurie’s phone really). Then Weird Paul noticed a bulge in Tom’s pocket. Unaccustomed to such a thing, Paul said something. It turns out the bulge was the missing cellphone. Yes, this is the equivalent of losing your glasses, when in reality, they are on the top of your head. Thus, Tom is the first person to lose his cellphone in his pocket.
When God made me, he gave me 2 biological gifts, and a good set of lungs is the other one. So despite having no voice, I was still able to generate enough volume to annoy 41, who was sitting right next to me. Again, Latham didn’t know how to react.
As for the actual game, the Yanks did not disappoint. As usual, whenever Mo played the bell, we scored 3 or more runs. Soriano again made me look dumb with a triple off the wall, and a homerun. I should make smartass comments about Yankees more often. Randy Choate continued to enjoy his new found popularity as we continued to chant his name.
Another day, another spontaneous Rocky gimmick chant. As the creatures sang the Rocky theme, Tom ran up and down the stairs again. This time though, security finally stepped in. An old man security guard put a stop to the shenanigans. While Tom did dutifully return to his seat, the guard was treated to “Old Man 200” chants. I must point out that in Canada, he would be “Old Man 300.”
Canada must be a wealthy country. They always talk about the Yanks having the money, but I think the Jays have more – they just spend it in different places. For example, the Toronto Blue Jays not only have a ballboy, but a BACKUP ballboy. Naturally, we had fun with that.
Of course, my favorite part of the game was when we were once again joined by Laura and Sonia of Rochester fame. Though I was unable to get any pictures of Amy, I did manage to get a few shots of these ladies, and will send them to Baloo for the website as well.
One benefit of Toronto was the acoustics in the SkyDome. At the Stadium, on the floor, the ground is made of concrete. But in Toronto, the floor was metal, not unlike in a gym. As a result, when we stomped our feet, it sounded like an earthquake, or when a fat person sits down. The Bleacher Creatures took full advantage of that.
As I said earlier, we had become mini Toronto celebrities. The crowd saw how lively we were, and how even the players acknowledged us. When Yankee closer Milton Rivera came out, he was greeted with “Mo’s on vacation” chants. Remember, that’s before Mo Rivera changed his name. Anyway, in addition to that, people kept taking our picture, and coming to us with camcorders. It seemed the only people not to get the creatures on video were the creatures themselves. Those with camcorders were greeted with “paparazzi” and “you killed Di” chants.
In addition to that, some teenager came up to us with a hat and pen and asked for our autographs. We were only too happy to oblige. I was one of the first to get the hat, so I don’t know what others wrote, but I signed the hat, “STAY IN SCHOOL, METSSUCKBALLS.” After all, we have a responsibility to the Canadian youth.
The 7th inning stretch hit, and of course, the Blue Jays song played. So in honor of that, feel free to sing along:
BLUE JAYS! (clap clap)
ARE GAY! (clap clap)
SUCK! ON! MY BALLS!
REPEAT
By the 9th inning, we were up 9-3. We sensed the sweep, and we knew that the trip was coming to a close. Mo wanted one last cowbell ring, and wanted it to be a good one. The crowd was in playoff form. He was having a lot of fun with that bell. We had the traditional cowbell, the cowbell remix, no hoda mas, When the Saints Go Marching In, another rendition of Gangbang (in the 8th), he brought the volume down, he raised the volume. It was mayhem, and I hear it got some great coverage. The Yankee fans in Toronto loved it. The Toronto players’ spirits were crushed. The best was a “THIS IS OUR HOUSE” chant. Or a “Just like yesterday…and the day before…” chant.
In the end, we were going wild – we were in playoff form. Milton Rivera closed out the game, even though it was a non-save situation. We outscored them 30-5. We took over their building. Our business was finished. It was time to go home.
After yet another victorious cowbell inspired march, we collected our stuff and headed for the airport. Weird Paul, Laurie, Evan and I shared a cab. We had plenty of time to catch the flight. I zipped through customs so fast, I lost everybody. I waited at the gate for over half an hour, and finally, Pops walked by. I later found everybody at TGIFridays in the airport. Bald Vinny apparently got Bobby Murcer’s autograph. Brian, Weird Paul, Uptown Mike, Laurie, Evan, Vinny, Pops, Todd, Mo, Emily, Lucy and Mia were all on this flight home. We got off the ground a little late, but there was so much flight time put in there that we actually landed early. Laurie was going to drive Evan, Weird Paul, Uptown, and myself home, but when Uptown had to collect his bag, and I had to get up early for work, I ended up skipping out to catch a cab home.
Though back in Newark, the weekend was not over, as I ran into Mo and Emily on the way out. He convinced me to hop on a bus to Grand Central, which turned out to be cheaper, and faster than a cab. So thanks to Mo for that idea.
I learned a few things in Canada. First, the people in Canada do not have bobbing heads like Terrance and Phillip. Second, the Blue Jays are no match for a top ballclub with their own fans taking over their house. Third, Rochester rules. Finally, if you’re ever in Toronto, go to East Side Mario’s. Tell them Marc sent you.
There’s probably stuff I forgot, but after 3 parts, totaling 19 pages, you get the idea. Pictures will be scanned soon. Well, I guess that’s the end of Marc’s Trip to Toronto. Other than this short column, the trip was uneventful.
By MetsSuckBalls
I guess the best way to start out the finale of the Toronto columns is to give out a few awards. First, I give out the Isaac Newton Award to Bald Vinny. Vinny gave Mike Stanton a lesson in gravity when he dropped a baseball on the reliever’s head. To his credit, Stanton picked up the ball, signed it, and returned it to Vinny. Honorable mention for this award goes to Kwik and Mo. Kwik dropped his wallet in the bullpen, and Mo dropped a Bleacher Creature sign.
And speaking of signs, the Award for Best Sign goes to Mo. I don’t give that award out just because he was the only person in our section to make a sign. On Saturday, using a neon green oak tag board, Mo wrote absolutely nothing on it. He pulled out the sign with nothing on it, just as Tino hit a homerun to the Yankee bullpen. Those who taped the game can see a great view of that sign.
SUNDAY—
Have any of you ever heard a song that you immediately thought was horrible, but couldn’t get out of your head? And then, the song gets to the point where it kind of grows on you? Well, that happened to me in Toronto. For those that don’t know, the Toronto Blue Jays have a theme song. It’s called “Okay, Blue Jays.” It’s basically their equivalent of “Meet the Mets.” They play it in the 7th inning stretch just before “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” Anyway, the chorus of the song is “Okay (clap clap) Blue Jays (clap clap) Let’s! Play! Ball!” Like I said, lame at first, but then catchy.
Of course, we are talking about the Bleacher Creatures here. So naturally, the words were changed. Here is the section 39 version: “Blue Jays (clap clap) Are Gay (clap clap) Suck! On! My Balls!” I know of several people still singing that one. Those who are interested will be happy to know that I found and downloaded this song, as well as When the Saints Go Marching In from a napster clone. Hopefully Baloo will put both on the website.
Also, for those that don’t read the message boards on Section39.com, Bald Vinny asked me to make sure that everybody knows the correct words to When the Saints Go Marching In for when it is performed at the bleachers. Seems some people might not have been sure of all of the lyrics. So it’s now time for a MetsSuckBalls column sing-a-long.
Oh when Saints,
Go Marching In
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh how I want,
to be in that number,
when the saints go Marching in.
REPEAT
Incidentally, I learned that on Tuesday, radio hosts Opie and Anthony were performing that song – right down to the Gangbang trombone effects. While there is no proof that they were inspired by what happened in Toronto, it does seem like a strange coincidence.
Anyway, Sunday’s game was a 1pm game. Most of us had to make a 7:18pm flight. Essentially, we would have to leave right after the game. Check out time was noon. I woke up around 9am again, and Baloo called again. The night before, anticipating a Baloo prank, I went to the front desk and made sure that under no circumstances was I to get a wakeup call.
Ironically, Baloo, Tom, Steve and Mike were the victims of a 6am wakeup.
It was time to checkout. In the Skydome, it’s actually possible to check out through your television set. What will these Canadians think of next? No wonder they are the world leader in innovation. No wonder people automatically show respect at the words MADE IN CANADA.
Of course, I wanted a receipt, since I plan on writing Canada to get my taxes back. I don’t pay taxes to countries with a queen. If I were required to do so, I would have to insist on getting representation in their government. Otherwise, I would have to start a revolution and dump some tea in Lake Ontario.
To get that receipt, I had to venture to the front desk. I randomly ran into a few bleacher creatures there. I met up with Cowbell Mo in the elevator, and informed him of the noon checkout time. In the lobby, 41 and Phil were there. Phil apologized for his wrath the day before, which was fine. That whole incident didn’t bother me that much anyway, since it got me to East Side Mario’s a little quicker.
Anyway, the morning progressed. With a 1pm game, and a 7pm flight, I knew I had time for only one meal in Toronto. So this time I decided to do something different and go to East Side Mario’s. Evan and Baloo went too. And sadly, Amy was not there. I guess I can understand, after all, once you go American, you don’t go back. Well, I could say that, if that happened.
Daniel and Ashley were both there though. I thanked Daniel for steering us to My Apartment. I complained once again to Ashley about the Mets logo on the wall. She had 12 hours to get rid of it, and it wasn’t done. She claimed something about going to sleep and being off duty, but I think that was just a coverup for laziness. As we all know, Mets logos need to be erased. They are like graffiti, which of course is inappropriate in a NYC themed restaurant.
The meal was drawing to a close, and it was time to move on. But first, we had to at least plug Section39.com. So Baloo wrote down the website, and we gave it to Ashley. The text of the note was as follows:
www.section39.com -- not .ca because we’re American.
So we departed East Side Mario’s after taking a few pictures outside. Those pictures, as well as pictures of Tom and Evan having sex with a moose, will be available on this site shortly. Yes, Tom was THAT drunk. But that’s not a column, that’s a picture, and those pictures are being developed as we speak.
Unlike the other 2 days, we had an early game, so we didn’t have time to have many more pregame misadventures. It was time to invade Skydome one last time. By Sunday, it became clear that we were Yankee fans that had fans of their own. People were greeting us telling us how we were on TV, and trying to get pictures of us. Virtually all of us had at least one message on our machines at home saying that we were seen on TV, myself included. Brian had a big closeup on the Toronto news virtually every night.
Toronto has some strange promotions. On Sunday, they had a “take a picture with your favorite player day.” The first 5000 people that showed up got to walk on the field with their cameras. The talk the night before would be for everyone to get there early and have a picture taken with Raul Mondesi. But sadly, that was not to be. As it turned out, the promotion was more of a “take a picture OF your favorite player day.” Basically the players sat in chairs and fans took pictures.
Baloo, Evan, and I did not arrive early enough to walk on the field, but more important, we really didn’t WANT to walk on the field. So we did the only natural thing and point out good looking women and heckle fans in bad clothing. Some of the fans on the field were greeted with the typical BOSTON SUCKS or METS SUCK chants. We also spotted Cuban Monica on the field.
For this event, they kept the dome closed. I guess it was too sunny outside, so they closed the dome to make the pictures better. I realize that makes no sense, but you know Canadians. It was kind of cool watching the dome open. Naturally we all started doing the theme from 2001 (aka Ric Flair’s music). I took pictures of that.
Naturally, we were all in a great mood when the game started. After all, we had outscored Toronto 21-2 on their own home turf (and I mean the word turf literally). All we seemed to hear about was how Sterling, Kaye, and the TV stations were talking about us. No Hoda Mas, and When the Saints Go Marching In, as well as the new Cowbell Remix, were rocking the house. We had reason to be happy.
Once again, we graced the crowd with a performance of Oh Kennedy. Once again, we tormented Chris Latham. We remarked how he was not on the video game. And of course, there were the typical comments about Mr. Latham’s mother. Mo started with the “your mother’s a Yankee fan.” That was followed by “your sister’s a Yankee fan,” “your wife’s a Yankee fan,”and various other people are Yankee fans. Then Pops shouted that his dog’s a Yankee fan, and got booed.
It’s kind of funny to see the reactions of staff who don’t know our various schticks. The cotton candy guy was greeted with the circus theme, and gave us a look that was priceless. His pimple faced buddy, with classic red hair, made some comment, and was greeted with a Ralph Malph chant.
Mo wasn’t with us to start the game. Yankee closer Milton Rivera left him tickets, so he sat in those seats for a few innings before joining the hoopla.
In another unusual occurrence, Tom was drunk. On more than one occasion, we gave him the Canadian count. Instead of counting to 10, we counted to 14. 1, ay, 2, ay, 3 ay, etc. Security had never seen such a drunk person before and didn’t know what to do. But we assured them that he would be fine, and they left him alone.
Another funny story happened at the game. As is well documented, Tom dropped his cellphone in the toiled on Friday. He borrowed Laurie’s phone for the remainder of the trip. On Sunday, he got all mad, as he usually does when he’s drunk. He was panicking that his cellphone was missing (or Laurie’s phone really). Then Weird Paul noticed a bulge in Tom’s pocket. Unaccustomed to such a thing, Paul said something. It turns out the bulge was the missing cellphone. Yes, this is the equivalent of losing your glasses, when in reality, they are on the top of your head. Thus, Tom is the first person to lose his cellphone in his pocket.
When God made me, he gave me 2 biological gifts, and a good set of lungs is the other one. So despite having no voice, I was still able to generate enough volume to annoy 41, who was sitting right next to me. Again, Latham didn’t know how to react.
As for the actual game, the Yanks did not disappoint. As usual, whenever Mo played the bell, we scored 3 or more runs. Soriano again made me look dumb with a triple off the wall, and a homerun. I should make smartass comments about Yankees more often. Randy Choate continued to enjoy his new found popularity as we continued to chant his name.
Another day, another spontaneous Rocky gimmick chant. As the creatures sang the Rocky theme, Tom ran up and down the stairs again. This time though, security finally stepped in. An old man security guard put a stop to the shenanigans. While Tom did dutifully return to his seat, the guard was treated to “Old Man 200” chants. I must point out that in Canada, he would be “Old Man 300.”
Canada must be a wealthy country. They always talk about the Yanks having the money, but I think the Jays have more – they just spend it in different places. For example, the Toronto Blue Jays not only have a ballboy, but a BACKUP ballboy. Naturally, we had fun with that.
Of course, my favorite part of the game was when we were once again joined by Laura and Sonia of Rochester fame. Though I was unable to get any pictures of Amy, I did manage to get a few shots of these ladies, and will send them to Baloo for the website as well.
One benefit of Toronto was the acoustics in the SkyDome. At the Stadium, on the floor, the ground is made of concrete. But in Toronto, the floor was metal, not unlike in a gym. As a result, when we stomped our feet, it sounded like an earthquake, or when a fat person sits down. The Bleacher Creatures took full advantage of that.
As I said earlier, we had become mini Toronto celebrities. The crowd saw how lively we were, and how even the players acknowledged us. When Yankee closer Milton Rivera came out, he was greeted with “Mo’s on vacation” chants. Remember, that’s before Mo Rivera changed his name. Anyway, in addition to that, people kept taking our picture, and coming to us with camcorders. It seemed the only people not to get the creatures on video were the creatures themselves. Those with camcorders were greeted with “paparazzi” and “you killed Di” chants.
In addition to that, some teenager came up to us with a hat and pen and asked for our autographs. We were only too happy to oblige. I was one of the first to get the hat, so I don’t know what others wrote, but I signed the hat, “STAY IN SCHOOL, METSSUCKBALLS.” After all, we have a responsibility to the Canadian youth.
The 7th inning stretch hit, and of course, the Blue Jays song played. So in honor of that, feel free to sing along:
BLUE JAYS! (clap clap)
ARE GAY! (clap clap)
SUCK! ON! MY BALLS!
REPEAT
By the 9th inning, we were up 9-3. We sensed the sweep, and we knew that the trip was coming to a close. Mo wanted one last cowbell ring, and wanted it to be a good one. The crowd was in playoff form. He was having a lot of fun with that bell. We had the traditional cowbell, the cowbell remix, no hoda mas, When the Saints Go Marching In, another rendition of Gangbang (in the 8th), he brought the volume down, he raised the volume. It was mayhem, and I hear it got some great coverage. The Yankee fans in Toronto loved it. The Toronto players’ spirits were crushed. The best was a “THIS IS OUR HOUSE” chant. Or a “Just like yesterday…and the day before…” chant.
In the end, we were going wild – we were in playoff form. Milton Rivera closed out the game, even though it was a non-save situation. We outscored them 30-5. We took over their building. Our business was finished. It was time to go home.
After yet another victorious cowbell inspired march, we collected our stuff and headed for the airport. Weird Paul, Laurie, Evan and I shared a cab. We had plenty of time to catch the flight. I zipped through customs so fast, I lost everybody. I waited at the gate for over half an hour, and finally, Pops walked by. I later found everybody at TGIFridays in the airport. Bald Vinny apparently got Bobby Murcer’s autograph. Brian, Weird Paul, Uptown Mike, Laurie, Evan, Vinny, Pops, Todd, Mo, Emily, Lucy and Mia were all on this flight home. We got off the ground a little late, but there was so much flight time put in there that we actually landed early. Laurie was going to drive Evan, Weird Paul, Uptown, and myself home, but when Uptown had to collect his bag, and I had to get up early for work, I ended up skipping out to catch a cab home.
Though back in Newark, the weekend was not over, as I ran into Mo and Emily on the way out. He convinced me to hop on a bus to Grand Central, which turned out to be cheaper, and faster than a cab. So thanks to Mo for that idea.
I learned a few things in Canada. First, the people in Canada do not have bobbing heads like Terrance and Phillip. Second, the Blue Jays are no match for a top ballclub with their own fans taking over their house. Third, Rochester rules. Finally, if you’re ever in Toronto, go to East Side Mario’s. Tell them Marc sent you.
There’s probably stuff I forgot, but after 3 parts, totaling 19 pages, you get the idea. Pictures will be scanned soon. Well, I guess that’s the end of Marc’s Trip to Toronto. Other than this short column, the trip was uneventful.