Disneyland and Winning a Bet

Before I write some more about the Smokies and their shortstop shortstop Sumter Henderson, I have to tell y’all about my trip to Disneyland with Keaton on Wednesday.

I guess I gotta begin by telling y’all that I love Disneyland. We took a two awesome family vacations to Walt Disney World when I was growing up, and I thought the place was the coolest thing outside of baseball. Maryville isn’t so far from Dollywood, either…and if you liked Dollywood, imagine how cool you were going to think Walt Disney World was when you got there.

I like Disney. I’ve seen Frozen. Twice. And I think Olaf is hilarious. Probably the first movie I ever saw was Lion King. I think I was two when it came out, and the video was probably my first babysitter lol. (That was a VCR cassette. Dang I’m getting old!) I knew the whole movie by heart by the time I was 5. I don’t care if y’all think it’s gay of me…but I’m a Disney fan.

I know that straight guys think they have to wait until they have kids and say it’s for the kids they’re going to Disneyland…but, seriously, why wait? You can have more fun without kids. Go as a grown-up and you’re tall enough to ride all the rides lol. And you can go on everything without getting traumatized. We had a little girl on Snow White’s Scary Adventures in the car ahead of us. We could hear her freaking out from the next scene, that’s how loud she was screaming. Good thing Keaton doesn’t scare that easily lol.

I haven’t been to Disneyland that much since I got here – it costs a shitload of money, and, while I think it’s worth it, I don’t always have a shitload of money available. The first time I went was when the Parrots had a team-building exercise. I had such a good time that I was like ready to cry when we had to go home lol. Then I went once with Monica, her veganass sister and some random loser that I could tell was pretending to be her boyfriend.

That trip sucked. It almost ruined Disneyland for me.

Almost.

I’ve been wanting to go back, and I didn’t see myself going alone…although we did run into the dude who wrote that good bitcoin blog I told y’all about (what are the odds?), and he said he goes by himself all the time. That way you never have to argue over what ride to go on next. He’s got a point lol. But I’m not sure I want to spend a whole day at Disneyland by myself, so I told Keaton we should go months ago. His answer was that it was fuckin gay to go to Disneyland and he wouldn’t be caught dead there.

I tried explaining that all the kids at Disneyland were there with their straight fathers, so it can’t be that gay to go to Disneyland.

Keaton’s not easy to convince. Especially when he thinks something is gay.

So we were watching the Dodger game on Tuesday. Keaton is always giving me shit about what he calls my “Brotherhood of Shortstops” attitude, so, to shut him up, I said I’d bet him that CT3 (Chris Taylor) would homer the next time he was up. And the bet was that, if Taylor did homer, Keaton had to go to Disneyland with me and wear a goofyass Disney hat all day. (I’ll tell y’all another time what the other half of the bet was, in case CT3 didn’t come through for me.)

CT3 homered (thanks man!), and, before he could change his mind and try to get out of it, I told Keaton we were going to Disneyland the next day.