Today we spent the day with my Adam, Carrie and Noah. We traveled the 40 or so miles to the place where they have been called as missionaries – Tuscaloosa. Actually they live in Northport but they both work in town and have to travel to the dark place every day.We had a nice lunch of (as the Coneheads would say – seared, ground bovine flesh (hamburger). Adam was unsure about how well they were cooked but they were done and tasted wonderful – since I did not have to cook. Carrie made a potato dish that was tasty and Sandra made some deviled eggs.
After putting Noah to bed, Carrie helped me to finish designing my blog page. Actually she did it I just watched. Sandra asked me Carrie taught me how to manipulate the site. I told her that Carrie was teaching, but I was not sure I was learning. After going over it with me several times, I think I got enough to do a few more things on the site.
After this it was time to go to watch the Birmingham Barons play the Mobile Baycats at Regions Park. I had two ticket that allowed 5 people for each ticket to see the game. The tickets said the game was to start at 7:05 PM. That should have tipped me off. Who starts at five minutes after the hour. I told everyone if we got there by 6:00 we should be able to park and get settled before the first pitch. Great plan and we timed it just right. I thought.
We arrived at the park at 5:45 and I immediately suspected something was wrong. Cars were already parked at the end of the parking lot and people were cheering inside. Now I have not been to too many baseball games, but I have been to enough games to know that when people are cheering, something is happening. Well as it turns out, the game start time was moved up one hour
Well good thing that missing the first inning of a baseball game is no big deal. No pregame show, no big exciting introduction videos for the team, not even any girls dressed in skimpy uniforms urging you to cheer.
(That seems strange to me. During football season, in temperatures hovering around 0 degrees in some cities, we always have girls dressed in skimpy uniforms, yet in the summer when it would be much more comfortable for the girls, not a one to be seen.) Go figure.
Anyway when we got in it was the top of the second inning. Just enough time to have run on the concession stand. Both Sandra and I have decided that the only reason people attend a baseball game is to eat. We noticed that some left after consuming their hot dog, popcorn, corndog, ice cream, soda, French fries, cotton candy and big salty pretzel. Don’t know if the game was that uninteresting to them or just all have a stomach ache and had to go home or the local Doc-In-the-Box. To have their stomach pumped.
I told Adam and Sandra that in my whole time of seeing the Barons play I had never seen them win a game. The Barons won the first half season. In our minor leagues there is two halves of the season. The team that wins the fist part of the season makes the play off games. The Barons had recently completed a seven game winning streak, but I was not fooled. I knew that this steak would end the minute I stepped into the park. Turns out I was wrong. The steak actually came to an end before we got into the stadium. As we walked to our seats, I noticed the scoreboard read Bay Bear – 1, Barons -0. They never overcame this deficient and I got to see another masterful loss. Ho Hum, been there done that.
That not withstanding, we got into the spirit of the baseball game – we made two trips to the concession stand. That in itself is a hoot. I love my wife with all my heart, but she cannot make up her mind when it comes to ordering food. We stood in line for at least 20 minutes and she was still debating when it came time for us to order.
I also don’t understand how I can always seem to order the thing they just ran out off. Thank you sir there will be short wait for the corndog. Short wait evidently equals 20 minutes. But I will say one thing, they were hot. Picked mine up a burned my hand. And I waited 20 minutes so I could get a second degree burn from my food. We won’t even talk about that wonderful, flesh searing first bite. What a joyous occasion. Good thing I was not in a restaurant where a blood curdling scream actually draws attention. At the baseball game no one even notices.
After the game we stayed for the real reason we went, the fireworks. They were pretty good, but again I don’t understand how a stadium who invests hundreds of thousands of dollars in sound equipment can’t seem to play music through their system during the fireworks show. It keep cutting out on the music. Same things happens at every sports event I have ever been to. Sooner or later that sound will screw up or the scoreboard does not work.
Anyway good show, awful but fun food, people I love with me, Noah looking in wonderment at the game and fireworks, Sandra holding my arm and a pleasant night that caused the insects to take the night off. Only one thing I missed, having my daughter Robin and son-in-law Chris with us for the night.
So the Old Folks had a good time on the day before the fourth of July.
Next blog will have some pictures of our vacation time in Charleston. I will tell you the real story behind almost drowning while my wonderful wife looked on laughing hysterically. I now know why my daughter seems to find my nearly killing myself on the steps so funny. It evidently runs in the family.
Till next time – Keep the Son in you eyes.
After putting Noah to bed, Carrie helped me to finish designing my blog page. Actually she did it I just watched. Sandra asked me Carrie taught me how to manipulate the site. I told her that Carrie was teaching, but I was not sure I was learning. After going over it with me several times, I think I got enough to do a few more things on the site.
After this it was time to go to watch the Birmingham Barons play the Mobile Baycats at Regions Park. I had two ticket that allowed 5 people for each ticket to see the game. The tickets said the game was to start at 7:05 PM. That should have tipped me off. Who starts at five minutes after the hour. I told everyone if we got there by 6:00 we should be able to park and get settled before the first pitch. Great plan and we timed it just right. I thought.
We arrived at the park at 5:45 and I immediately suspected something was wrong. Cars were already parked at the end of the parking lot and people were cheering inside. Now I have not been to too many baseball games, but I have been to enough games to know that when people are cheering, something is happening. Well as it turns out, the game start time was moved up one hour
Well good thing that missing the first inning of a baseball game is no big deal. No pregame show, no big exciting introduction videos for the team, not even any girls dressed in skimpy uniforms urging you to cheer.
(That seems strange to me. During football season, in temperatures hovering around 0 degrees in some cities, we always have girls dressed in skimpy uniforms, yet in the summer when it would be much more comfortable for the girls, not a one to be seen.) Go figure.Anyway when we got in it was the top of the second inning. Just enough time to have run on the concession stand. Both Sandra and I have decided that the only reason people attend a baseball game is to eat. We noticed that some left after consuming their hot dog, popcorn, corndog, ice cream, soda, French fries, cotton candy and big salty pretzel. Don’t know if the game was that uninteresting to them or just all have a stomach ache and had to go home or the local Doc-In-the-Box. To have their stomach pumped.
I told Adam and Sandra that in my whole time of seeing the Barons play I had never seen them win a game. The Barons won the first half season. In our minor leagues there is two halves of the season. The team that wins the fist part of the season makes the play off games. The Barons had recently completed a seven game winning streak, but I was not fooled. I knew that this steak would end the minute I stepped into the park. Turns out I was wrong. The steak actually came to an end before we got into the stadium. As we walked to our seats, I noticed the scoreboard read Bay Bear – 1, Barons -0. They never overcame this deficient and I got to see another masterful loss. Ho Hum, been there done that.
That not withstanding, we got into the spirit of the baseball game – we made two trips to the concession stand. That in itself is a hoot. I love my wife with all my heart, but she cannot make up her mind when it comes to ordering food. We stood in line for at least 20 minutes and she was still debating when it came time for us to order.
I also don’t understand how I can always seem to order the thing they just ran out off. Thank you sir there will be short wait for the corndog. Short wait evidently equals 20 minutes. But I will say one thing, they were hot. Picked mine up a burned my hand. And I waited 20 minutes so I could get a second degree burn from my food. We won’t even talk about that wonderful, flesh searing first bite. What a joyous occasion. Good thing I was not in a restaurant where a blood curdling scream actually draws attention. At the baseball game no one even notices.
After the game we stayed for the real reason we went, the fireworks. They were pretty good, but again I don’t understand how a stadium who invests hundreds of thousands of dollars in sound equipment can’t seem to play music through their system during the fireworks show. It keep cutting out on the music. Same things happens at every sports event I have ever been to. Sooner or later that sound will screw up or the scoreboard does not work.
Anyway good show, awful but fun food, people I love with me, Noah looking in wonderment at the game and fireworks, Sandra holding my arm and a pleasant night that caused the insects to take the night off. Only one thing I missed, having my daughter Robin and son-in-law Chris with us for the night.
So the Old Folks had a good time on the day before the fourth of July.
Next blog will have some pictures of our vacation time in Charleston. I will tell you the real story behind almost drowning while my wonderful wife looked on laughing hysterically. I now know why my daughter seems to find my nearly killing myself on the steps so funny. It evidently runs in the family.
Till next time – Keep the Son in you eyes.
1 comment:
Mr. Jones, I am certainly impressed. You win the award for being the only person over 40 I know with a blog. And an entertaining one, too. But I have to say, I'm a little surprised the Barons lost to the Bay Bears. I went to a Bay Bears' game a month or so ago, and they lost miserably. Like 13-2 miserably. Oh, well. Seems y'all had a good 4th; we had a good time in Texas with Christopher and Robin, too. Even if it was 102 degrees. :-)
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