We were down at Coney Island this weekend for some mediocre baseball, and decided to stick around for the wedding. Yep, as if merely proposing at a stadium wasn't tacky and broish enough, these two bastions of maturity decided to do the deed on homeplate at a minor league ballpark, in front of many a hirsute, t-shirt-clad baseball fan and their yammering kids. Nothing says class like opening your wedding to drunken heckling. On top of that, they did that thing soldiers do where all their comrades line up and mark an arch with their swords, only this case it was fucking minor league ballplayers
their bats for some guy from Radio Disney that none of them had met before. And on top of THAT, the team had just lost, badly, and it was painfully obvious how little any of them wanted to be there--no matter how much giddy little boygroom grinned and punched them in their chests.The whole thing was basically the Jewish equivalent of getting married while tubing, although to be fair it did open the window to future possibilities. I'm pretty big on PlayStation, maybe I can convince my girl to get married at the Sony store.
their bats for some guy from Radio Disney that none of them had met before. And on top of THAT, the team had just lost, badly, and it was painfully obvious how little any of them wanted to be there--no matter how much giddy little boygroom grinned and punched them in their chests.The whole thing was basically the Jewish equivalent of getting married while tubing, although to be fair it did open the window to future possibilities. I'm pretty big on PlayStation, maybe I can convince my girl to get married at the Sony store.