I live just 2 blocks north of Dr Pepper Ballpark, home of the Texas Rangers AA Frisco Roughriders farm team. I'll go to one or two games there a year willingly, that due to the fact my hosts agree in advance to ply me liberally with brats, nachos, and beer.
After every Friday night home game the ballpark treats fans (and the neighborhood) to a first class fireworks show. I love fireworks, but I don't want to see them from blocks away. I want to be right underneath them....I want to FEEL them when they explode.
Last night it was reasonably cool....well..."not hot", so I thought I'd walk a block down to the park that separates my complex from the ballpark and get a ringside seat to the fireworks show. To time it just right I found the radio broadcast of the game on some obscure AM station.
Honestly, and I know this will offend some so I'll just apologize now, I can't stand baseball. It just bores me to tears. I mean, 1 guy on offense, 9 guys on defense. How fair is that? And talk about over-paid Prima Donna's? Jeez! (I heard on the sports that some player....I didn't get his name....is on injured reserve after hurting his pinkie finger high-fiving a team mate. Way to go, Stud!)
So I was very painfully listening to the ball game on the radio. With one out in the bottom of the 9th I leashed up 'Lil Fucker (aka Luke, the dog) and we headed out. A couple of minutes later I was at the park settled in on a comfy bench.
Five minutes later....10 minutes later....15 minutes later....turns out it wasn't as "not hot' as I thought....nothing. COME ON ALREADY!
Finally I called home and asked K to listen in to the game again and see if it was in extra innings. Well DUH! Yes, of course it was. I'm sure some guy in the press box looked waaaaay out past the left field fence and saw me sitting there, sweating, and gave the signal to hit a late home run and tie the game.
I came home and was just getting into bed an hour+ later when I heard the first KABOOM!
Murphy's Law / Scott's Corollary ;)
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