The Silence is Killing Me

You can tell what the TruckTroutTooth family was up to at the game yesterday by their lack of blog posting. A 10-3 home opener and nary a word out of their North Denver Baseball Compound? From what I understand they nearly emptied the keg in between the Three One One and the Three One Two.
As my name would imply I too enjoy a sip of the hops and barley every now and again. However, yesterday I was as dry as Mayberry, North Carolina. Me and Six Pack Thief took the game in and enjoyed a day of sun, baseball, hot chicks that you'll never see at a baseball game again until the next opening day and every drunk in Denver who needed an excuse to start drinking at 10 in the morning.
What can I say? I had thought that Marquis would be the weak link on the mound. He pitched lights out!
Well its 10:30 in the morning. I think I hear some stirring going on at the Trout household. It most likely smells like upchucked vegetarian hot dogs and Swanky's Nachos, baseball mitt conditioner and Miller High Life Light.