Last night me and Tex hooked it up with some box seats at Wrigley. Don't know how old boy managed to pull off the tickets, but it was pretty sweet: Killer view and the V.I.P. treatment.
Only problem was that we had to split the suite with a bunch of 40ish lawyers out on a "guys night out." They were cool enough to drink with until they stuck Tex with the bill for the dessert cart. Lame.
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