Not that, my friends, is what we call a shattered face. It’s a shame the worst thing he thought was going to go through that night was actually watching Twins play. A cruel example to try and never turn your back to the field of play. Or at least when you hear a “Head’s Up!” the last thing you fucking want to do is actually look up or turn around. Ain’t no shame in making love to the floor. I just hope he’s able to eat solid foods sometime this century. Not everyone can be like our bald headed Phillies fan who took a liner off the dome like a CHAMP.
Way to freaking wear it. Nice clean and hard dome, though. I’m sure there was once a glorious civilization flourishing up there.