All Things Woompty

Take me home from the ball game

Tomorrow I'm going to a baseball game. I'm going to a baseball game voluntarily, with my baseball obsessed husband who will spend the entire game keeping score on a paper scorecard like the good old baseball dork that he totally is.

I'll be honest with you. I can't stand baseball. The new ballpark opened three years ago and I have yet to set foot in it despite us saying every year that we should go to a game. Kevin knows I'm only saying it because he likes baseball and I love him and so I want him to be able to go see the new ballpark and watch a game there. But I will freely admit that there are about a million other things I would rather spend our money on than baseball. I have no idea why this is; I spent a good part of my childhood playing softball and going to games, and I seemed to like it then. But now I get bored out of my skull just thinking about watching a baseball game. And the way I figure, I can be bored for free at home.

But! My mom's job now gives out tickets to a Padre game rather than doing a traditional summer picnic. I think my mom is probably one of the few people in the world who has even less interest in baseball than I do, so she, of course, passed the tickets on to her daughter and her baseball loving son in law. I could have been nice and told Kevin to talk his father to the game (since his dad loves baseball as much as he does) but no way in hell would I be that generous with my father in law.

Besides, there's beer at baseball games. And cotton candy! And lots and lots of people watching opportunities. And you know, if I'm totally honest with myself, I did have fun at the last baseball game I went to and that was with my ex and his wacky brother so I'm sure that Kevin and I will have fun.

After all, how can I not have fun with the same guy I just spent my evening with flinging Splenda all over our table at Marie Callendar's?

posted by Melinda @ 10:50 PM