Last night Curt treated Lloyd, Lauren, and me to a Saltdogs game. After having a delicious dinner at a restaurant with a disturbingly attentive waitstaff, we walked across a pedestrian bridge that took us over to the stadium.
We had great seats at field level just to the right of home plate. But besides the game, there were many wonders to behold. The food was awesome. I got a snowcone right away. It turned my teeth green.
The crowd was really fun to watch. Some woman a few rows in front of us was knitting the whole time.
I thought it was amazing that they delivered funnel cakes. It couldn’t get any better than that!
Between innings, they had many contests. In this contest, our seating section was represented by one of these human bowling ball guys. If he won, we’d all get a prize! And he DID win! Yay! We got passes for a free game of bowling.
The game was fun to watch as well. The Saltdogs played well. This guy was particularly funny, because each time he came up to bat, he’d grab his crotch.
It must’ve been good luck, because the Saltdogs won 6-3. Yay, Saltdogs!
You forgot to mention that the lady over your right shoulder in the first picture had a voice like a chain smoker. She was very nice, and showed me pictures of their destroyed property on her digital camera. That was odd.
The Cubs ace pitcher grabs his crotch before every pitch, almost. So in a typical outing of 100 pitches, that’s nearly 100 grabs. You should see how dirty his pants are by the end of the game. Bleck!
Arron suggests you wear a cup to your job and see how often you grab your crotch.
I think Roseanne does too.
Gee, I sure hope your snowball was Spearmint …. otherwise don’t be surprised if a few fingers fall off sometime soon.
(and I love the giant bowling balls … now if I could figure a way to install air-conditioning in them, I’d have the perfect fitness contraption for jogging/walking around the neighborhood)
Glad your vacation is filled with good times & good food!
That first picture disturbs me.