4/20 4:20

So, this weekend was like several of my past weekends where I have found myself in Central Park. This weekend was a little different though. Fernando, RickyBobby and I were throwing and hitting a softball in one of the ball Diamonds in the park. As we were playing around, the distinct smell of smoke - and I'm not talkin about the legal kind - kept wafting over into the ball diamond. This kinda thing happens a lot in NYC, just like other big cities. You wander down the street and get a nice whif of the ganja. Today was a little different. There was a crowd plopped down on the grass. It was a large group of the stereotypical portrait of pot smokers. I'm not exactly sure how much of it was probably sitting about twenty feet away from us, but I probably had a contact high. And then RickyBobby made a profound observation. He checked his watch. It was April 20 at 4:20. Fernando and RickyBobby came up with a theory that there must have been a craigslist post or something similar to gather the masses for this annual event. I'm picturing it as something akin to the Spring Equinox for Pot Heads.

As a side note, I learned about the unspoken rules of playing softball with few people. I'm sharing for all of you who do not know. To avoid having people be bat hogs (always wanting to hit but not pitch or field) the batter is supposed to lay down the bat horizontally in front of home plate. The fielder, after catching the hit ball rolls it back in to the batter and tries to hit the bat. If the fielder hits the bat, they get to come in and hit. Thems the dirtmound bad news bears rules. Live by them.