Field Station Dinosaurs - Secaucus, New Jersey

Ages ago, when the Earth was young and @Baconlb was just a girl with whom I exchanged emails about greek yogurt (Honey is the worst!) via Match.com we each made certain guarantees to one another.  I promised her a lab coat with her name on it.  On our first date I arrived with a disposable lab coat with her name written in sharpie on it.  On our first Valentine's Day together she had earned a cloth version with her name stitched on the outside just like real scientists get. 
Ask This Guy what kind of lab coats computer scientists, the second lowest form of scientist behind social scientiist.
Bacon lured in me with her sense of humor and promises of dinosaurs.  She hooked me with her personality, smile...and her heiney. 

However, there was always a lingering question of the dinosaurs. 
Where were the dinosaurs? 
I was promised dinosaurs!
And on hot, steamy day at the end of May I got them at Field Station Dinosaurs.

TRICERATOPS!!!!!!

You might not be able to tell from the picture, but the weather was hot and humid.  It was weather imported directly from the Mesozoic Era with a hot sun beating down on us and a blanket of humidity to help make us extra uncomfortable.

We set out early in the morning to see dinosaurs brought into the present and I started sweating immediately. I'm sweating right now thinking about it.
But the heat and humidity were definitely not the only things to complain about.  Seacacus is on exactly no one's short list of places to visit before they die.  Aside from the dinosaurs there is the last train station in NJ before Penn Station along the Jersey Coastal line, Jersey Gardens Outlet Mall and... that's about it aside from parking lots.  After Bacon and I parked we were accosted by a young man in a burgundy short asking us to give him $10 for parking.
His approach was essentially 'Hey, Dudes, did you like pay for parking?'

Bacon handed the man $10 so we could get away from the burning black top and we could see the dinosaurs.  Getting into the actual park also involved just as poorly prepared ticket takers at the gate.  C'mon, nerdy guy telling us you were working on getting a plan to get us all in quickly.

Shouldn't that have been done before you got us all in line?  Gimme my damn Dinosaur passport.

And once we got through that, it was Dino Time!

Here I am doing my T-Rex impersonation.

Here's what a velociraptor really sounded like!

There was actually a sing stating Spielberg got it wrong.  Mainly, based on velociraptor size.  The sound has to be something they captured from a cartoon.

And based on my half-assed theme on what was mostly a half-assed place, here's a crooked video of the T-Rex being labeled incorrectly.

Who the Hell has ever heard of Quetzalcoatlus anyway?  And that really summed up our day.  We left sweaty, $50 poorer, and having wasted about an hour of our day to see a poorly constructed dinosaur park.  

Philadelphia Phillies vs Boston Red Sox - Citizens Bank Park - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Last Saturday was a day made for baseball.  When Abner Doubleday (or whomever) invented the game, it's the weather he had in mind.  It makes me think this is what heaven must be like.

Or Philadelphia, the home of the Official Favorite Baseball Team of Pics of Me in Front of Stuff.  Sadly, there has been little resembling heaven in the Philadelphia sports scene aside from that special day in 2008.  Scott Rolen, once the face of the Franchise and heir apparent to Mike Schmidt, was traded to St. Louis and immediately bashed Philly fans and referred to St.  Louis as 'Baseball Heaven'.  Having been to a game in St. Louis, it's hard to argue.  As a Phillies fan, I'd like to tell Scott Rolen to Go Fuck Himself.  Especially after what the Cardinals did to the Phillies in the 2011 NLDS.
With weather like Saturday's, it was easy to forget about all that and difficult to resist the siren song of the ballpark.  Also we had these tickets since February to see the Phils play the Red Sox.  Cole Hamels had already won game one of the three game series and the Phillies were on a 6 game winning streak.  Saturday's starter Joe Blanton, was a lesser light in the Galactic All-Stars the Phillies call a pitching rotation I was excited to go to the game.

Go Phillies!

After enjoying the weather, some beer, and the company of the usual gang in the Halladay Inn parking lot the baseball game started off on the wrong foot.Here's a dramatization of how Mike Aviles led off the game.

Ugh
Then Big Joe Blanton gave up a three more home runs.
Ugh.
The Fightin's fought back.  Freddy Galvis, Bacon's, favorite player hit a two run home run in the fourth.

J-roll and the Flyin' Hawaiian also drove in runs to work with the beer and weather to make the experience more enjoyable.  Sadly, Freddy could not come huge twice in a game despite my prognostications.

The Red Soz made some great defensive plays to hold off the Phillies all night and the Phils ended up on the wrong end of a 7-5 score.  It is never fun to leave the game on the losing end especially when it's the stupid Red Sox and their stupid fans visiting.  Eat a dick, Red Sox Nation.  Thankfully, there will be more beautiful days like Saturday and more baseball games to enjoy.

The Sun Also Rises

"I have often looked at that behind the president without being able to tell whether it was rising or setting. But now I... know that it is a rising...sun."
- Benjamin Franklin speaking of George Washington's Rising Sun  Armchair, as reported by James Madison, at the Constitutional Convention in 1787.

I almost wrote 1776 there.  Bacon, my history major girlfriend, would have killed me. 

I like to think the sun may also be rising over PoMiFoS.

 Here it is rising over the Grand Canyon.

 And who doesn't need a little more of this in their lives?

 The answer is no one.

Look for some more PoMiFoS excitement, aside from the check-ins on Foursquare, in April!