Photos: A day in Jacksonville, Florida

The pursuit of bobbleheads took me down to Jacksonville, Florida for the first time in my life.  This was kind of a shoddily put together trip, as the only thing I had genuinely planned for was to go to the ballpark in the evening, so that I could get this rare oddity of a bobblehead of Chipper Jones in his high school uniform, since it was a prep school in Jacksonville.

That being said, I literally had nothing to do all day prior to going to the ballpark mega early to ensure that I would get my bobblehead(s).  After I found a place to eat breakfast, I walked around a tiny park, because Google maps showed that it housed a creek known as “Hogan Creek,” and as anyone should know about me now, I’m fascinated with anything with the name “Hogan” in it for my Hulkamaniac roots.

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Daniel Bryan and taking good back

6/24/13, Daniel Bryan vs. Randy Orton – Match of the Year

Obviously this is subjective, since I’m kind of more of a casual viewer than I once was, but it’s also worth noting that this is probably the longest stretch that I’ve been paying attention to wrestling in quite some time. Typically over the last few years, the pattern is that I start tuning again in around November when the baseball season is completely done with, all the way to around Wrestlemania which oftentimes coincides with the start of the next baseball season, and despite my intent to keep tuned in through the baseball season, I typically wane until the pattern repeats itself. That hasn’t really happened this year; whether it’s baseball’s importance to me drifting off, or the quality of WWE programming to keep me tuned in, I’ve still been capable of paying attention and staying somewhat on top of current storylines and happenings. I like to think it’s the latter.

Regardless, I still rarely watch any episodes of RAW or Smackdown live. I DVR both programs, and watch them at my own convenience; I’ve gotten pretty good at utilizing the +30 seconds button on the remote to fly through commercials, John Cena promos, and matches that don’t seem worth the time, and am capable of condensing a three-hour RAW down to about a little over an hour.

But anyway, as I was catching up this past Monday’s RAW, I found myself eagerly awaiting the main event between Daniel Bryan and Randy Orton. They’ve been running a program over the last month or so, where Orton has often been getting the better of through a series of lame-duck endings, while Daniel Bryan has been portraying an inferiority complex gimmick, which is getting massively, wildly over with the WWE fans, to a point where even management realizes that they have to do something about it.

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If ignorance is strength

Then I must be a pretty strong motherfucker.

Like, this week, there’ve been a lot of pretty major notable events in the world that people are talking about.  Which is another way of saying that’s what people on my limited Facebook news feed are going on about, that I’ve got little to no clue to what it really is.  It’s not that I don’t care about all these things, but if it doesn’t affect my course of daily life, then I can’t really say that I’d be paying attention to it in the first place.

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Oh, Atlanta

Long story short: Armed man attempts to rob a group of people waiting outside of a shoe store for the new LeBron James shoes only to be killed by one of the people who happened to have a firearm of his own.

It’s reading stories like that that bring a sadistic smile to my face at just how stupidly silly and predictable people can be. I’d say it sucks that someone died in his fracas, but considering the guy was a petty wannabe thug who strived to steal from others, I’d say the world is better off without this cretin being around, or clogging up the penal system with tax dollars of the responsible sustaining his worthless life.

Seriously though, there pretty much isn’t one thing about this whole scenario that isn’t ironically funny to me. But the one thing that I think was the funniest part of this whole story, I’m willing to bet might have been lost on others, due to the fact that there was shooting and death involved, but the fact that the eyewitness interviewed in this report claims to have been waiting since Monday for the release of the shoes.

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The FrankenChipper Bobblehead

As I’ve already admit to, I traveled all the way to Hickory, North Carolina, so I could get a Chipper Jones bobblehead. Nevermind the fact that logically, there was absolutely no reason for a Texas Rangers affiliate, or a team that Chipper Jones hasn’t ever played for to be giving away a Chipper Jones bobblehead, when they announced that they were giving away a Chipper Jones bobblehead, I knew that I had to have it.

Thanks to myself for having way too much free time on my hands, and thank to my brother who graciously went to Hickory with me, I got the bobblehead, and it makes me happy.

But here’s the funny thing about the bobblehead; when I saw a picture of it on the Hickory team’s website, I thought to myself that it looked kind of familiar. That didn’t/wasn’t going to stop me from making the play for it, but I couldn’t help but feel like this rare minor league ballpark giveaway was going to be as rare as people like me were thinking it was going to be.

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Photos: Ten outs in Hickory, North Carolina

What I mean by “Ten outs in Hickory,” means that I literally only stayed at the game for ten outs being recorded.  In other words, my brother and I stuck around the game for just a little bit over one inning of a nine inning game, before leaving.  This was also after driving 2.5 hours from Raleigh to get to Hickory.

This is the kind of shit why I always “joke” about being the worst baseball fan in the world.  I drove 2.5 hours to Hickory, because they were giving out a Chipper Jones bobblehead, that I really wanted.  As for the game itself, I honestly didn’t really care about it, and after walking around the small minor league park, I felt that I had gotten enough feel for the place.

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