Angels in the outfield

I got hit on by an angel. An Anaheim Angel, that is. Let's back up.

I went to the Giants-Angels game yesterday and we were bbqing next to the field (was a firm event), behind this chain link fence. While the players were warming up, there were kids in the bleachers asking them for the balls if one happened to get hit near the wall. Once in a while, they would obligingly toss a ball up. So a ball came rolling along near us and the kids started yelling for it: "Can I have that ball? Give me the ball!"

So I, being my usual hilarious self, started in on it too. "No, give ME the ball!" This is funny because 1) I am not a kid (though there WERE grown men asking for balls) and 2) I was behind a fence, so he couldn't throw it to me if he tried. So he heard me and started laughing (on account of the witty joke), then tossed the ball at me, which of course hit the fence and fell to the ground.

Then he came over and talked for a couple minutes ("I'll trade you this ball for a beer, har har") and ended up inviting me to Momo's after the game. Then he asked my name and whether or not I'd recognize him in his "street clothes." "No," I admitted. What, you don't wear that uniform all the time? To which he responded, "That's ok, I'll recognize you."

*heart fluttering* Hahaha. I can't help but think what a pity it is that I'm not a HUGE baseball fan. I imagine that it would be something equivalent to this: "Why yes, Brad Pitt, I WILL see you at Momo's!" *swoon*