Kelly and I went to the Bees baseball game on the 4th of July. I was hesitant to go, but of course it's tradition. (To understand my feelings about some traditions I think despair.com summarizes it best: Tradition - Just because you've always done it that way doesn't mean it's not incredibly stupid.) Needless to say, this year was no exception. Although it may look like we are having a great time, we were basically trying to stay busy looking like we were there by ourselves. The nieces and nephews were having a hard time at the game. 3 of them cried for what felt like at least an hour. They were taking turns and working in shifts, but nonetheless it was making me borderline suicidal. I felt bad for the row in front of us.
Here is an action shot of the crying. By this time, only 2 of the kids were crying. You may think that this was an improvement, but the other one had just been escorted out due to the fact that she ralphed on the lady sitting in front of her. The smell was disgusting and the poor lady had it dripping down her back. After about 20 minutes of smelling it, the poor lady who had to clean it up came and sprinkled her magical kitty litter on it and swept it up. Around the start of the 9th inning things had calmed down and we actually watched a little bit of the baseball game. After the game they had a fireworks show that was pretty good, not as good as the RSL fireworks but not bad.
Once the fireworks were over, we started the 5 block dash to get back to our car and escape before traffic got too bad. We were just pulling out and heading down the street when my father-in-law's phone rang. Apparently, after he had made 2 seperate trips to the car to get a blanket (for the barfer before she puked to stop the crying) and then clothes (she was covered in puke), he had stuck the keys to Heather's van in his pocket and now they needed them back. Oh, and did I mention that they were parked in the middle of the craziness? So much for our fast getaway. We finally located them and gave them their keys and inched our way back out. Oh yeah, and the Bees lost too. Happy 4th!
I think next year I will stay home and burn snakes in the gutter. At least those smell a lot better than throw up!
6 comments:
Now that sounds like a perfect fourth of July day! JK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You would be proud to know that I have that dispair postcard on my corkboard at work.....that pretty much sums up how a lot of things go at my work. Sounds like you had a wonderful time at the game, I would just be happy the kid didn't throw up on you!
Did the lady who got puked on leave or sit there in vomit the entire time? Why were the children so upset? Are they big Bees fans and sad that they were losing? It is just easier to stay home sometimes.
Amy Judd
Wow, that post was very entertaining....because it wasn't my kids. A couple of questions: Did the cleaner put kitty litter on the lady's back? Did the puker's parents offer to buy the lady a Bees shirt? Why were the parents with screaming and throwing up kids still at the game in the 9th inning? Wow.
P.S. Love the picture of the crying kids.
That was not the best day, but hopefully next year will be better!!
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