‘Take Me Out To The Ball Game…’

Hey y’all!

I don’t get out of my house much, but over the years I’ve come to prefer it that way…for the most part.  When I do go out, it’s to take my daughter to gymnastics or to a doctor’s appointment.  Occasionally, something bigger comes along.

For example, I just went to my first ever, Major League Baseball game.  The Atlanta Braves were playing against the Pittsburgh Pirates at Suntrust Field in Marietta, Georgia.

My dad bought tickets to go with a couple of his guy friends, but at the last minute they both had to back out.  Guess who went with dad instead.

What an experience!  I don’t usually watch baseball, but then again, there was a time when I didn’t watch racing or football.  Now I’m watching and following both college and professional football and I’ve been to Talladega Motor Speedway two years in a row.  Baseball might have a chance.

We didn’t get any autographs, I didn’t catch any foul balls, hubby and I weren’t caught on the KissCam, and none of us were caught camera time, but I certainly enjoyed watching others dance, react, and rock out during their 2-3 seconds of game fame.  Chipper Jones himself was caught in the stands, on camera, during the game.  The kids were so adorable showing off their dance moves and jamming out, and a couple at the game got engaged!

All the action happened in the second inning.  Four home runs, in a row, by the Atlanta Braves!  Our batters were on fire!

Then the real action came in sometime between the bottom of the 8th and the top of the 9th inning.  The weather was clear all day, then the sun went down, and the rain came in.  Everyone in ‘foul ball’ territory came in under the eaves where we sat, dry, to finish the game.  The weather decided for us.  When the fielders got to work covering the infield, we figured the game was called.  Now we walk.

It looked like a steady rain from the stands.  It wasn’t.  We walked all the way back to the car in torrential downpour.  We were soaked!  Dad drove home shirtless because his shirt looked like it came out of a loaded washing machine.  Hubby rode home shirtless for the same reason.  The rain was coming down so hard and in thick sheets, it made traffic crazy for lack of visual ability.  You couldn’t tell one lane from another.

Thankfully, my dad is a retired truck driver.  He’s driven in weather conditions not deemed safe by other members of the public transportation system.  Sometimes I don’t give him enough credit for his driving, other times I remind him he’s not my age anymore.  However, the lesson is we never lose our ‘niche’, no matter how old we become.  It’s always there, always with us.  My dad is a professional driver.  Who better to navigate traffic in treacherous weather?

Thanks, y’all.

As always, thank you for reading and thank you for your support.

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