I am bad luck baseball

I've been to 5 Twins games this year - all but one of them a loss, and the one win came via a 9th inning comeback that didn't start until after I left the game early. They were losing when I left.

This might not be an interesting statistical trend if the Twins sucked, but right now they have the second-best home record in baseball - they're 45-23 at home. I suspect that I am bad luck for the Twins.

I could tell early on last night that my bad luck would continue. This guy:sat a few seats away from us. He arrived at the game completely blitzed, barely able to find his seat. He then whistled and commented about every woman who passed by, before ending up in the head-between-his-knees pose you see here. Of course you know what comes next after striking that ominous pose... about two innings later, he exhaled the puddle of vomit you can just barely see around his shoes in the pic (apologies for the blurry photo). The Metrodome cops came by a couple of innings later to escort him out after he'd been sitting like that with large stalactites of snot streaming from his nose. Goodtimes.
You could say it was a dull game. The Tigers jumped all over the Twins early and never looked back. In fact, they'd lost this game before Melba and I even arrived - it was 3-0 by the time we got to our seats, and the final score ended up 7-2.

The train ride back to der wigglewagon was almost as exciting as the game.