Spontaneous is my Middle Name!

Sometimes being a grownup sucks. Yes. But! And that’s a big but (geddit), sometimes being a grownup is a little bit cool. You see…

Yesterday at work a company wide email was sent around by someone whose name I did not recognize. The email was one sentence, simply that he had 2 tickets to that nights Nationals/Cardinals baseball game, the seats were in the outfield, lower level, they were in the kitchen and it was first come first serve. I needed a refill on my coffee anyway, which is pretty much my default position at this point, so I wandered into the kitchen. There were the tickets, as promised, taped to the refrigerator. No one else about… snatch. Mine! So, my mom and I went to the Nats game on only a few hours notice!

The game was great, and the seats were decent. In fact the seats were great, my only issue was that we were sitting exactly underneath the JumboTron®. So, we could see the game, but not any instant replays, and the only scoreboards we could see were the skinny side ones. That’s OK though, because part of me liked that. I was watching the game. In live action real time. I didn’t have to be glued to yet another screen.

There were a few “close calls” as in I said “eep” and covered my head with my hands, certain that I was about to be knocked unconscious with a stray flyball. But no such thing occurred. Everytime the ball came near us the outfielders caught it and saved my life.

Sitting in front of us at the game was a cute little Irish family, clearly tourists. Mom, Dad, and 3 little boys. Over the course of the game I caught all their names, Patrick, Brian, Sean. Irish if I’ve ever heard one! Also, my joke was that the children were a Neapolitan. One had brown hair, one had striking red hair, and one was blonde. The blonde Sean was about 3, and cranky. But also giggly. It was pretty clear that he was a generally happy child, but it had been a long day. He “wanted” a lot. As in “I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT IT!” but that’s OK. He was too cute for me to get annoyed at all. In fact, when Dad and older brothers went to buy souvenirs, blonde Sean and I started to play a game with his program and the convenient holes in the back of his seat. Little kids are so easily amused.

Mom and I had to bail at the end of the 9^th inning. The game ran to 10 innings, but we had to go in order to be home at a less obscene hour. On the train on the way home, someone had an iphone/blackberry, and was keeping us updated. The Nats won. Natch.