New Low: Eleven

So last week I made it out to my first baseball game of the summer. There were two great things about it right off the bat - I got the tickets for free and it was a Red Sox game. Woo woo!

Two minutes into the ball park a guy old enough to have fathered me approached my friends and I, requesting an "open mouth kiss." After attempts to shake this creeper, he left, telling us happily, "I'm going to be that creepy older guy you talk about for the rest of the night!"

Nats ball park usually doesn't fill its seats, but that night it set a record for attendance after selling out. I set a record of my own. After attempting to buy a beer in the stands, the beer guy made me get out my ID after he yelled, "How old are you, eleven?" Eleven years old. An all time low.

The really disturbing thing to me is that in the same night as being accused of being eleven, my friends and I were hit on by several more lurking 35 years old+ guys. As I often say to my friend Brendan - creeeeeeepy.