That Old Fear

We went to our annual A's vs. Red Sox game this week. Unfortunately it was a pretty boring game, and the A's won 2-0. The only beers less then a mile walk away was bud or miller, $8 a glass. As we sat there, getting colder and colder, I couldn't help thinking, man, its so much more convenient to watch this on a TV, where I can see everything up close, the bathroom is nice and near, the beers are cheap, readily available, and far more delicious. On the other hand, when the hell would I watch a game on TV, really?

Yesterday we went to see Spidey 3. The collective feeling I got from my friends who had already seen it was that it was good, not great. This did not adequately prepare me for how terrible I thought it was. The action scenes were good, but the rest was just crap. We even snuck into Shrek 3 after, but only made it 40 minutes before we thought it was so bad we left. As we sat in line trying to leave the parking garage (even though the garage is free and is in the middle of nowhere, the gate lets one car leave every 30 seconds or so - WTF), after our $20 entrance fee, I couldn't help but feel it was a rip off to go to the movies.

So, now, as I mull over all the gripes I have with these experiences, it frightens me to no end that I'm turning into my father.

Very scary times.