The true essence of baseball

What do you get when you cross an Aston Martin with a Premiership Champion (rugby) Northampton Saints fan?  This:

I'm impressed!

Here's a question for you baseball fans....when you go to a game do you actually go to watch the game, or to just eat hot dogs and nachos and drink beer?

Last night about 8:30 I took Luke the Wonder Dog out and noticed they were playing a Frisco Rough Riders game at our minor league ballpark a couple blocks away.  It was a delightful evening, about 72 degrees, no humidity, slight breeze, and I was suddenly overcome by the desire to go to a game there tonight.

All I really wanted was some ballpark food, which is always better than the same thing if it were served at home.  Sorta like eating some canned crap food sitting around a camp fire.

But, hey, sometimes you gotta take the bitter with the sweet.  I would willingly sit there and dodge foul balls for some gooey junk food.  I aaaaalmost had K convinced we should go, but then she had a momentary flash of sanity and laughed in my face.  

When negotiations concluded she'd promised me some fake cheese (the staple of world-class ballpark nachos) over some fresh chips /w plenty of jalapenos, served to me in my chair high up on our balcony if I would let her off the hook.

Cold beer is a given.  SOLD!  Congress should take note.....THIS is how you compromise.  :)

S

Fireworks tonight!!!!

No, I'm not talking about some marathon bedroom Olympics. *darn*  I mean real fireworks, the kind that go BOOM! and rain down pretty-colored sparks on unsuspecting overdressed people after a baseball game.  Tonight we're going to a Frisco Rough Rider game, and after the game they're putting on a first-class fireworks show. (From where we live I could see the fireworks show they had last Friday and it was impressive.)


The ballpark is only about 1 1/2 miles from our home, and their hot dogs and nachos and adult brews are plentiful and cheap.  The RR's are a Texas Ranger farm team, but since I don't really follow baseball and wouldn't know Josh Hamilton if he sat down next to me, I really don't care about the game.  Nope, I'm all about the fresh air, the highly interesting "people watching" opportunities *wink*, the junk food, and the fireworks.  BOOM!!  


Saturday morning, assuming I don't get torched Friday night, we're going to daughter Erica's house to celebrate grandson Parker's second birthday.  We have for him a double-wide Slip-'n-Slide and a water wiggle thingy.  'Course, at 2 years old we could give him a used toner cartridge and a cardboard box full of dirt and he'd be just as happy.  Still, with all of my daughters and their boys in attendance it should be fun.  And exhausting.  


Hope y'all have a fun weekend planned, too.  :)


S