I'm really an 80 year old curmudgeon in the body of a 30 year old.
Thankfully, I have a husband who loves me, and who drags me out to things. So, Friday we hit up a Blue Jays baseball game. My husband, who I might remind you is English, was insanely excited - like it's-Christmas-Eve-and-he-knows-Santa-is-coming excited.
He looks excited, doesn't he?
You may ask: why? Why is this seemingly sensible man so pumped? Isn't baseball known for being mind numbingly boring?
Well folks, he does come from the land of cricket. And they don't get foot long hot dogs.
He practically skipped to the Skydome (or Rogers Centre as it's now called - though I refuse to refer to it as such) with dreams of beer and foot longs dancing through his head.
A very empty stadium.
The Jays are having a really hard time attracting crowds. Must be because they've sucked since the baseball strike in '94. Trust me. I was a huge Jays fan during those epic years we won the World Series.
So, I snapped a picture of the mascot, except he's standing next to a girl whose doctor threw the opening pitch. Apparently he was being celebrated (?) for helping her with her facial deformities.
And you can't even see the mascot very well.
Sorry about that.
Yep. I was thrilled about what was sure to be a boring game.
But then the miraculous happened. Beer appeared.
And then the game got interesting:
Why yes, we did score 8 runs in the bottom of the 3rd. And, can I say at this point we'd been there for 2 hours.
But the beer made it enjoyable.
Check us out, enjoying things:
I was freezing. Totally freezing.
I have no idea why Phil is pulling that face.
But we won 16-10! Terrible pitching but some fun hitting.