Ray King = Human

Last night's game was awesome. Really hard to put it into words. I've got some stories, some pictures, and some observations. Before all that, though, I just wanna get this out of the way.


That, my friends, is Mr. Ray King. In my section. Talking to my bullpen guys. The nerve of him!

EDIT: Here's another picture for Andrew, and any other visually impaired persons who can't find Ray.



He showed up around the 6th inning, and leaned over the railing and started chatting up most of the guys (except Hammerhands and O'Connor, they didn't seem to care). The guys were hooting and hollering and grab assing with him
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He then called out to Kearnise in right. Kearnsie sees him and gets a big old smile and waves. They exchanged some long detailed gang sign. Then people recognize who he is (I smelt him as soon as he walked through the gates, however. I saw his big fat head and screamed to the Mrs., "That's Ray King! Mother fucker!") About 10 people walked up to him to get autographs, and he signed them all. I got up to go hit the commode, cause I had to squirt. I happen to leave at the same time as Ray. I glance up at him and say, simply, "Good luck man." He looked at me, smiled, and said, "Thanks. It's all good, baby."

I don't know if he was hitting on me or not.