It may be America’s favorite pastime but it’s not mine!
I learned something about myself this weekend. I learned that I hate baseball. I always knew that I disliked baseball, however, this past weekend dislike turned to hate.
It may have been the 105 degree temperatures. It could have been the 2 miles I walked in that heat before the game. It’s possible that it was the gross food I ate beforehand at a restaurant with not enough a/c. Or it could have been the fact that I was sitting on a metal bench surrounded by hundreds of people so far away from the diamond that I couldn’t even see which team was at bat. Whatever the reason, I will never again tell myself that I want to go watch a baseball game.
I drove down to Dallas with a group of friends on Saturday to go to a Rangers game. It wasn’t the baseball game that enticed me to go to Dallas but rather the shopping. I had big plans to hit up IKEA, Sam Moon, Crate & Barrel and wherever else I thought I could do some damage. I viewed the game as a small sacrifice to make for my weekend of shopping fun.
Small sacrifice….ha! What was I thinking? First, we decided to park near the field before dinner and then eat somewhere close by. So we parked. Then we realized the nearest restaurant was more far than near. And we walked. Did I mention how hot it was?? Once we got to the restaurant it seemed as though the a/c was struggling. I had a menu in each hand fanning myself. I almost started crying when they sat me at a table right in the sun. After dinner we headed back to the ballpark only to sit on a metal bench for the next few hours. I really didn’t pay attention to the game much at all. Mostly I talked to the people around me. At one point I had to excuse myself and go to the gift shop so I could cool down. Toward the end it looked like our team had a chance to win. However, the game was almost over and if they scored another run we’d have to go into a 10th inning. So I started cheering for the other team. I was willing to see our team lose in order to end the game so I could go back the motel. Sadly (or happily…whichever way you view it) they did lose and I was able to leave.
The shopping was great though and, for the most part, made up for the misery of the game. I also had a blast with the group of people that I went down with. I laughed a lot and came back with some great stories.
It may have been the 105 degree temperatures. It could have been the 2 miles I walked in that heat before the game. It’s possible that it was the gross food I ate beforehand at a restaurant with not enough a/c. Or it could have been the fact that I was sitting on a metal bench surrounded by hundreds of people so far away from the diamond that I couldn’t even see which team was at bat. Whatever the reason, I will never again tell myself that I want to go watch a baseball game.
I drove down to Dallas with a group of friends on Saturday to go to a Rangers game. It wasn’t the baseball game that enticed me to go to Dallas but rather the shopping. I had big plans to hit up IKEA, Sam Moon, Crate & Barrel and wherever else I thought I could do some damage. I viewed the game as a small sacrifice to make for my weekend of shopping fun.
Small sacrifice….ha! What was I thinking? First, we decided to park near the field before dinner and then eat somewhere close by. So we parked. Then we realized the nearest restaurant was more far than near. And we walked. Did I mention how hot it was?? Once we got to the restaurant it seemed as though the a/c was struggling. I had a menu in each hand fanning myself. I almost started crying when they sat me at a table right in the sun. After dinner we headed back to the ballpark only to sit on a metal bench for the next few hours. I really didn’t pay attention to the game much at all. Mostly I talked to the people around me. At one point I had to excuse myself and go to the gift shop so I could cool down. Toward the end it looked like our team had a chance to win. However, the game was almost over and if they scored another run we’d have to go into a 10th inning. So I started cheering for the other team. I was willing to see our team lose in order to end the game so I could go back the motel. Sadly (or happily…whichever way you view it) they did lose and I was able to leave.
The shopping was great though and, for the most part, made up for the misery of the game. I also had a blast with the group of people that I went down with. I laughed a lot and came back with some great stories.
"I was willing to see our team lose in order to end the game so I could go back the motel."
LOL That was funny. Glad you got your shopping in, and that you didn't melt.
Posted by
Bone |
8/28/2006 9:54 AM
YOU CRACK ME UP!!! I love baseball...however sitting outside does suck and the Rangers stadium does not have enough shade, I've been there! Sorry the game sucked...but I can't wait to see the stuff you bought! We need to do roommate dinner soon!
Posted by
Ashley |
8/30/2006 11:24 PM
WORD. I hate baseball. But love you now.
Posted by
heather hub |
9/05/2006 2:02 PM