So Sunday after church I take my kids to the Wichita Wranglers last game.
And had a couple absolute best highlights!
Baseball isn’t the most exciting sport for a lot of people. Heck, I love it but even I struggle at times. So taking Ciera and Noah to the game is always a mix up of not wanting to spoil it too quickly. We got there a little early and watched the Tulsa Drillers team warm up and got to get upclose to the pitcher. Noah was SUPER wiggly through the game but Ciera was just chilling.
Then it happened. At some point Ciera turned to me, GLEAMING with delight and said, "I LOVE baseball."
What dad doesn't want to hear that?! She’s all, “Baseball is fun when you can understand what’s going on!” Ah yeah! Barring her becoming a devil worshiper, I think my job is done here…
And if that wasn't good enough, I got to finally be the “funny heckler guy” too.
The Tulsa Drillers have the bases loaded. Their giant first basemen is up at the plate. Dude takes a freaking MONSTER homerun swing...and the swinging bunt is recovered by the charging 3rd basemen who easily flips it to first for the out.
The first baseman is at the foot of the stairs to go down into the dugout, and there is hardly anyone at the ball park, 2500, and I shout out, "WAY TO CRUSH THE BALL #28!!!"
The dude smirks, looks my way, and waves. So freaking funny.
Yes, unload your jokes on how this will only snow ball and now I'll be the guy whose kids don't sit with me anymore because I say obnoxious things at every batter hoping to relive my one moment of comedic genius.
For an instant, it was great to be the funny guy in my section.
Lastly, we don’t have “Headache” at Lawrence Dumont Stadium, but we have someone just as bad. The Wranglers let kids run the bases after the games so I’m over on the 1st base side and my kids are in line to run the bases. There’s this 50 year old dude, balding, there with his 60 year old friend just talking the usual lame baseball nonsense.
Then it happens.
Foul ball.
So all these kids start running for the ball. Including this 50 year old dude. He cuts the conversation off in mid sentence, BARRELS through the line of kids waiting to run the bases, nearly knocks kids down trying to chase down the freaking ball!
This happens THREE times while I’m sitting there in the bottom of the 9th. The dude, jean shorts, tennis shoes, plaid short sleeve button up shirt, bad moustache, glove in hand, and his comb over standing straight up like a sail boat as he charges over, through, and past kids trying to get a foul ball. Freaking classic.
So there you go boys! Another sweet day at the ball park. Even if it’s AA and not the Giants.
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