lessons learned

tuesday night's long, butt-numbing game shed light on a few things. 

1. kevin youkilis wiggles his tush at the plate. next time you watch him, quietly sing "copa cabana" while he shakes it to and 'fro. better yet, start a conga line and shake some maracas as you shimmy through the stands.

2. mark ellis could have been a diver. not olympic caliber, but still, he's graceful and barely makes a splash. golden glove peeps, take note!

3. even when you've lost all feeling in your toes, do not shell out $5 for the watered-down mush the coliseum bills at "hot cocoa." first, it's not hot, and second, it tasted more like tap water than cocoa.

4. the old-school dot race kicked heinie. yes, as in past tense. the new one looks like dots on speedracer acid.

5. the in-game announcer woman lacks the small amount of rhythm necessary to pump her arms in sync with the bleacher chicks during the "moulin rouge" cancan dance mix. many thanks to the random bleacher dude who waved his arms like windmills to distract us. but next time, keep your shirt on.

6. during warm-ups, jonathan papalbon kept having trouble tossing balls to the fans. and he calls himself a pitcher!