Did ya know I'm retro? Did ya?

Alright...so I've lived in this county for the last 26 years. Consequently, these happen to also coincide with the years that I have been alive and breathing. This makes me, indisputably, a die-hard fan of both the Chargers and the Padres. Lucky for us San Diegans, the Padres have their own TV station which broadcasts nearly all the games. So tonight, while Troy was working on his sermon, I was passing time between a book and the game. We're in a race for first with a month of regular season play left, what do you expect? Imagine my surprise when I hear them talking about a "special event" coming up. On Friday, September 14, the Padres will play the Giants. They will be clad in blue pinstripe uniforms they wore ten years ago. This sporty event will be referred to as...

Alright. Now. I graduated in the 90's. Granted, it was the last year of the decade but...um...I am so not ready for my high school experience to be referred to as retro. Unless, you know, I'm being sarcastic or something. I mean, it might work out if they have the Padres sag their pants and let their boxers hang out. If the male fans wear giant chains attached to their wallets. If the female fans dress a la Cher in Clueless and refer to the event as "That's So 1997 Night" I might understand. Oh wait a sec...do you even know what movie I'm referring to or is that too far in the past. Did I just date myself? I may be crashing toward 26 but I've never thought of the fall of my junior year as retro. At least not yet. I haven't even had a ten year reunion.

So anyway, I won't be able to go this game because I will be in Hawaii (booyah! um...I just did that so the word booyah would appear in my blog) but I would have loved to see the clothing that the fans show up in. I mean, what the heck? Dig into the back of your closet for...jeans that are cut the same way we're still wearing them and a t-shirt! If you can't find anything come over to my house. I'm still wearing half the stuff I had back then. Awesome. I'm so retro that I'm jealous of my own fashion sense. Who knew?