For those of you that didn't know, there's a minor league baseball team in the New Orleans area: the New Orleans Zephyrs (though they actually play in Metairie).

Amanda & I like to go out for dates sometimes. Every Friday night, they've got fireworks, and we can also make a slight killing in pulling discarded (er, left unattended) MyCokeRewards bottle caps.

This past Saturday, we watched them play the Albuquerque Isotopes, on a pair of complimentary tickets Amanda won back in April when her name was pulled for a ball-toss sponsored by the New Orleans Voodoo (the AFL team that plays at the New Orleans Arena). In hopes of getting another pair of complimentary tickets, we both signed up for the cheesy mid-inning entertainments they have at all minor league baseball games.

And wouldn't you know it, both our names got pulled.

Amanda was a pancake chef. She pulled out her Epps High School speed, and the IHOP pancake relay race was over as soon as it had begun. For her and her teammate's efforts, a promotional t-shirt detailing the cross-country tour the Great American pancakes are taking this summer.

Yours truly, however, did not get pulled for so glorious a draw. Instead of an 80 foot shuttle run, I got to be the lower bun for a Wendy's "Build a Burger" challenge. (My partner was apparently a student at Shaw High School, and I was in sandals.) For my trouble, I got a Wendy's gift card.

...and innuendo-laden jokes from our inebriated neighbors in the stands for the balance of the evening.

It's a good thing I don't have an ego or anything.

-KIE