Dude I’ve Got Great Tickets

Dude I’ve got great tickets for the game tonight.
Sweet! When are you picking me up.
Well, uh…
Dude. You are NOT bringing Nick. He doesn’t even like baseball.
Yeah, well, you like it a little much.
Whatever. What time are you picking me up.
I was thinking about asking Jen.
She’ll hate you for it.
Fine. I’ll get you at six. Be out front.
Thanks dude. You won’t regret it.
I already do.
…
Look, I can see the pitches man. Right down the pipe.
What are you taking out of your – No. Put that away.
Steeerike one.

I wish I could just disappear.
Steerike two.
Could you not?
What’s the problem?
Are you going to do this all game?

Three and two, full count!
Come. On.
You’re outta there!
Sigh.
Okay, okay. I think the cameras got me anyway.
Media whore.
Recording this for later, too.
Yeah.
…
Think we can get a foul ball here?
Sure, well. Maybe. It’ll have to go straight up.
Better safe than sorry.

Who are you? Mickey Hatcher?
I’ve never caught a foul ball before, dude.
And you won’t here.
But if one comes, then I’ll be ready!
Is this about getting on television again?
Naw man, look how close that one was. I’m ready to be a vacuum if any balls come over here.
Balls is right.
You’re just jealous.
I’m never taking you to a game again.