Right about here Shane and Mike went to go get some more refreshments and encountered the soaking wet man by the mens room. No one really knows what he's soaked in, but my guess is either piss or beer. It took them 45 minutes in this beer line because the vendor was the slowest ever.
After the game, which we left early from because I couldn't bear to watch anymore, we went back to the hotel room, got rippin drunk, and suprised the Dominos Pizza man with Mike laying on the floor with his pants around his ankles motionless (except for the fact that he was laughing uncontrolably which probably made it look like he was going into convulsions).
After leaving the hotel room we still had one last game to catch, so we hopped on whatever interstate was closest and barely made it before the start of the 2nd inning. We encountered three men that day that could have taken the title of "Essence of Atlanta" easily. First was Smoltzy, the the fat bastard who took down a medium sized pizza in about 2 minutes and 10 total bites, second was homeless Jones who apparently passed out in an exit tunnel and was only awakened by the sound of our laughter, and finally the big fat black security guard who the only way he could catch a crook would be if he had a 10 minute head start, an attack dog, and his reward was an extra large pizza.
After the final loss of the weekend, the Mets had been swept. We hit the road and took a couple shots of some stupid ass road signs in Georgia. How do they know 92% of people wore seatbelts? I don't have a clue. Aparently someone doesn't like tractor trailers, and they also let you know just how they check your speed. As if the naked eye could tell? Stupid Georgians. The Wendy's had the most ridiculous thing inside though that really completed the trip. A gigantic fish tank with an albino catfish in it. Along with the coon-skin caps, it was the perfect photo-op.
The trip came to a close after this picture, a stop at a gas station in Gainesville at which Mike stuffed an oil can of Foster's into a sock to disguise it from the fuzz to cleverly avoid the open container charge, and a video in the pitch black while driving in which the three of us are talking about the "13 foot vacation" which will require massive ammounts of exlax, viagra, and an RV with the windows blacked out. We'll see how that one goes down.