1:30. Crowd cheering. The feeling I got when I walked into that stadium was unexplainable. I would talk more about that, but I’d rather talk about what happened. We had just gotten our bobbleheads and gotten in our seats. Timo decided to take Cameron’s unopened bobblehead and, well, throw it off the balcony. Lucky for Timo, the bobblehead box didn’t hit anyone. Unlucky for Cameron, his free bobblehead had just fallen 30 feet. Unlucky for Anibal Sanchez, a bobblehead that was supposed to be him just broke.
That wasn’t the end of it. Almost the whole entire time we were there, Timo was whining about opening his bobblehead. Finally, at the 8th inning, we finally got to open our bobbleheads. Unlucky for Timo, he pulled too hard on the head, popped right off, and rolled down the concrete steps where it would of most certainly never be found again. Lucky for Cameron, he got his revenge.
After that, Cameron got my uncle’s empty beer bottle and, uh, I think a drop of beer went into his mouth. Yeah. Great parents. My uncle took the bottle away from him and he exploded into tears. For like 5 minutes. Oh I'm sorry, should I write some dialouge? Okay, this is what I heard:"MY BOBBLEHEAD HEAD! OH NO!"Timo said. "WAHHHHHHH WAHHHHHH" Cameron said. "I NEED MY BOBBLEHEAD HEAD! HUMPF!" Timo said. "BUBBLE BUBBLE WAHH WAAA!" Cameron said (I really don't know why Cameron says bubble so much). Like my dialouge? I do too.
At the end, like always, I got a cold from either Timo or Cameron. What a happy ending.
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