I had the privilege of attending a minor league baseball game in Fort Wayne, IN yesterday afternoon. First, let me state the stadium is fantastic. It rivals any major league stadium.
Secondly, it was an absolutely perfect day for baseball watching. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, the tantalizing smell of hot dogs permeated the air and my daughter and I had great seats. The various colors of clothing, etc. looked like someone had dumped a giant bag of multi-colored confetti in the stands. What more could a person ask for?
The action on the field was a little slow for a few innings so it became a perfect day for people watching and observations.The well-dressed couple to my right and down a few rows puzzled me. I couldn't decide if it was a man and wife couple or a man and his mother. Either way, they never spoke a single word to each other or looked at each other. He got something to eat while she stayed in her seat, but he never offered a morsel to her. If they were a couple, they were obviously not speaking; if they were parent and adult child, well, shame on them because they weren't speaking either. Maybe it was his mother-in-law and he had been forced to take her to the game. They left together, still not saying a word.
Directly to my right was a group of 4 men, obviously conducting a business meeting and eating lunch, but not watching the game so much. There were busloads of young children from various schools. They were enjoying it the most.
Then I watched as a 'person in charge' called a teenage girl up to the top of the stairs. The girl was with a group of some sort and I don't know what she did or didn't do, but she must have received a royal chewing out. She was crying when she returned to her seat. I am such a sucker for tears; I almost went to her and consoled her.
The 'daddy' on our left had his young (probably 4-years-old) son with him. They were having a good time and only had to crawl over us once. I was impressed by that and I am also a sucker for a man with a child.
I am always amazed by the number of people at any sports event or concert venue who obviously have a form of ADD or something. They make me laugh. I'm not sure how they ever watch anything or know what's going on, because they never spend more than 5 continuous minutes in their seats. They leave, crawling across 10 people, to buy something to eat. After they get settled in their seats, they remember they should have purchased a drink, too. They leave to get the drink. Shortly after they return and swallow a few sips, their bladder is telling them to find a restroom. They come back to their seats only to realize they never had any 'sweet treat.' Off they go to buy ice cream or some such confection. Now they've returned, licked the last bit of sugar off their lips and realize it has made them really thirsty again. The cycle never ends.
In case you're wondering if I ever watched the game; I did, thank you very much and I stayed in my seat, too. I believe I probably learned this as a very young child in church. I asked my mother once, "Did you ever have to take me out of the service when I was a toddler?" Her reply was succinct: "Only once," she said.
Secondly, it was an absolutely perfect day for baseball watching. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, the tantalizing smell of hot dogs permeated the air and my daughter and I had great seats. The various colors of clothing, etc. looked like someone had dumped a giant bag of multi-colored confetti in the stands. What more could a person ask for?
The action on the field was a little slow for a few innings so it became a perfect day for people watching and observations.The well-dressed couple to my right and down a few rows puzzled me. I couldn't decide if it was a man and wife couple or a man and his mother. Either way, they never spoke a single word to each other or looked at each other. He got something to eat while she stayed in her seat, but he never offered a morsel to her. If they were a couple, they were obviously not speaking; if they were parent and adult child, well, shame on them because they weren't speaking either. Maybe it was his mother-in-law and he had been forced to take her to the game. They left together, still not saying a word.
Directly to my right was a group of 4 men, obviously conducting a business meeting and eating lunch, but not watching the game so much. There were busloads of young children from various schools. They were enjoying it the most.
Then I watched as a 'person in charge' called a teenage girl up to the top of the stairs. The girl was with a group of some sort and I don't know what she did or didn't do, but she must have received a royal chewing out. She was crying when she returned to her seat. I am such a sucker for tears; I almost went to her and consoled her.
The 'daddy' on our left had his young (probably 4-years-old) son with him. They were having a good time and only had to crawl over us once. I was impressed by that and I am also a sucker for a man with a child.
I am always amazed by the number of people at any sports event or concert venue who obviously have a form of ADD or something. They make me laugh. I'm not sure how they ever watch anything or know what's going on, because they never spend more than 5 continuous minutes in their seats. They leave, crawling across 10 people, to buy something to eat. After they get settled in their seats, they remember they should have purchased a drink, too. They leave to get the drink. Shortly after they return and swallow a few sips, their bladder is telling them to find a restroom. They come back to their seats only to realize they never had any 'sweet treat.' Off they go to buy ice cream or some such confection. Now they've returned, licked the last bit of sugar off their lips and realize it has made them really thirsty again. The cycle never ends.
In case you're wondering if I ever watched the game; I did, thank you very much and I stayed in my seat, too. I believe I probably learned this as a very young child in church. I asked my mother once, "Did you ever have to take me out of the service when I was a toddler?" Her reply was succinct: "Only once," she said.
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