Lesson Learned During the Game...

Claude and I enjoy going to a baseball game from the minor leagues. Last night we made it to the Florence Freedom game. They played the Iowa Otters. I think it was Iowa. I know it was Otters. But I think it was Iowa. See, we enjoy the game and the food and being outdoors but we are not 'died in the wool' fans that know all about the team, etc.

Claude purchased tickets for last night's game so we would be in the part of the park that gets shade fastest. It was a scorcher for Kentucky last night. We slathered ourselves in sunscreen before leaving the Jeep to go in the park. Claude wore his bucket hat. We truly didn't want any burns to deal with. We were pleasantly surprised as the shade finally came over us that there was even a cool breeze and we were quite comfortable when the temperature went down to the low 80's and high 70's. 

I love to people watch. For instance, we both noticed a man sitting right behind the catcher wearing very nice headphones. What was that all about. I posed to Claude that he was actually listening to another game streaming on his cell phone. I thought this was a great guess. He was dressed casually but very nice. Had on a baseball cap but I couldn't read the logo on the front at the angle we were sitting. I felt very comfortable with my guess. Then...Claude posed that he was a scout for a big league team and he was watching a specific player(s). Now that seemed like a more interesting idea. These kinds of things make great fun for me and Claude.

The funniest things I watched was a mom sitting down front. She is actually standing at the dugout with her two little children in the picture above that Claude took. They were sitting on the front row. The little boy turned to his mom after eating and had a bit of a dirty face. Clearly the mom wanted it clean. However, she seemed opposed to the old 'mom's spit bath' idea. But, just as clearly, she and her little guy had a routine they were very familiar with for this situation. He stuck out his little tongue, she held up her finger, he wagged his tongue back and forth across her finger and then she wiped off his face with her finger. They both continued on with their evening as though nothing happened. Very cute.

It reminded me of our Nissa when her Paul was a tiny guy. He was learning to dress himself and invariable put the t-shirt on backwards. Nissa would call Paul over, he would hold his arms out straight in the air, Nissa would quickly grab the sleeves and pull them out, Paul would pull his arms inside and twirl around to face the opposite direction, then he would quickly pop his arms back out the armholes and off he would go to play. Clearly they both knew the routine and had done it dozens of times. Mom's are very clever people.

It was a good night at the park. I had a burger and Claude had an Italian sausage sandwich, we shared a funnel cake and had a soda then bottles of water. The game was over and we were home by 9:30pm. Just right for these aging bodies.