My boyfriend and I left Friday's Twins game early because we could NOT handle the smell of the guy's feet behind us.

We had pretty good seats, the weather was decent, the food was even better but there was an awkward smell lurking around us.

We had no idea what it was at first. I thought it was my boyfriend Dave. I told him he better put some DO (deodorant) on his BO (body odor). But, I quickly realized who the real culprit was.

I can only describe the smell as cottage cheese sitting in a garbage that had been out in the hot sun for a month. It was a smell even cheese curds and mini doughnuts couldn't mask. I'm not exaggerating...they were the worst smelling feet I've ever encountered.

Dave said "I can't take this anymore I'm going to throw up. Let's just go." The Twins were losing by quite a lot in the 6th inning so we left.

On the way home we decided to tune into the radio to check the game update--fairly confident that the Twins lost. To our surprise they came back with a final score of 8-6.

At this point, I turned to Dave, who was nearly in tears, and he said "I can't talk right now, I'm literally going to tear up." For the rest of the car ride we sat in a very awkward silence.

That is how someone's putrid smelling feet caused us to miss the Twins win. #notwinning

 

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