Comments on: What are the odds? http://dc.metblogs.com/2006/08/31/what-are-the-odds/ Sat, 27 Nov 2010 12:28:40 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: dawn http://dc.metblogs.com/2006/08/31/what-are-the-odds/comment-page-1/#comment-5519 dawn Sat, 02 Sep 2006 15:27:18 +0000 http://dc.metblogs.com/2006/08/31/what-are-the-odds/#comment-5519 I want to marry that boy. Sight unseen. LOVE it!!! I want to marry that boy. Sight unseen. LOVE it!!!

]]> By: Illusioned http://dc.metblogs.com/2006/08/31/what-are-the-odds/comment-page-1/#comment-5518 Illusioned Thu, 31 Aug 2006 17:34:10 +0000 http://dc.metblogs.com/2006/08/31/what-are-the-odds/#comment-5518 Wow. That's a great baseball story! Something like A Field of Dreams. Very cool. Wow. That’s a great baseball story! Something like A Field of Dreams. Very cool.

]]> By: Andrew http://dc.metblogs.com/2006/08/31/what-are-the-odds/comment-page-1/#comment-5517 Andrew Thu, 31 Aug 2006 16:15:01 +0000 http://dc.metblogs.com/2006/08/31/what-are-the-odds/#comment-5517 Great story. I have a similar one. A buddy and I drove up to Memorial Stadium (yes, this is what 18 year olds DC guys did before Camden Yards and RFK). We literally got the last parking spot in the high school across the street (ie no one could leave that lot until we did). We ran across 33rd Street and headed straight for the box office. A very kindly middle aged woman caught my eye and said, "how many tickets will you need"? I told her it was just me and my friend. She said, "well, take these". The folks we were meeting seem to be late, and the game is starting". Se after grabbing our natty Bo's, we walk down the aisle to the seats (7th row right behind First base...zoinks). Before we even get to the seats, a foul ball lands right in my friends hand. Without missing a beat, in one motion, he swung around the aisle poll, handed the lady the ball and sat down in his seat.... Great story. I have a similar one. A buddy and I drove up to Memorial Stadium (yes, this is what 18 year olds DC guys did before Camden Yards and RFK). We literally got the last parking spot in the high school across the street (ie no one could leave that lot until we did).

We ran across 33rd Street and headed straight for the box office. A very kindly middle aged woman caught my eye and said, “how many tickets will you need”? I told her it was just me and my friend. She said, “well, take these”. The folks we were meeting seem to be late, and the game is starting”.

Se after grabbing our natty Bo’s, we walk down the aisle to the seats (7th row right behind First base…zoinks). Before we even get to the seats, a foul ball lands right in my friends hand. Without missing a beat, in one motion, he swung around the aisle poll, handed the lady the ball and sat down in his seat….

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