then i remembered about the little angels who skateboard around my block each night.

when i got home, i saw that the little one had his dodger visor on and i asked him who was going to win the game and he pulled up his shirt almost just like in this picture.

i asked him if he'd be interested in front row tickets in the bleachers if i could have his minatures. he agreed.

then i asked if he had three other friends who would also be interested he produced these gentlemen almost immediately.

pj told their moms that we'd take care of them but before we got to the stadium i asked her, "did that kid have a handlebar moustashe and a goatee when we picked them up?