Coronas, chips and guack in the shadow of the big bridge. Premium bicycle parking at the ball park, sneakin' beers in under the vest. Nose bleed seats surrounded by an 8th grade field trip. Verlander throwing a no-hitter all the way into the 9th with two outs left, some schmuck gets on first, bastard. Fire works at the end of the game, bang bang boom boom. It was a good Friday. Long live the Road Couch Mother Ship.
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