Fyn and I were passing time in the twenty person local chat room. We knew several of the chatters in "real time", but often we'd chat with lurkers and passers-by. The primary topic of the day was the ballgame. Late in the season, held in town and tickets were, if at all obtainable, way out of our price range. As we chatted, a lurker offered us FREE tickets to today's game. He just came out and said that he was going to the game and had two extra tickets. If we wanted them, we should meet him at the Musial statue at X:00.
These were innocent times, but Fyn and I are savvy people. We know it's dangerous to meet online strangers. In retrospect, it seems that we might have been the people that "they" warned you about, but that's another story. On the phone while we were dressing and making child-care arrangements, we disscussed the potential scenerios: 1. the guy is going to kidnap us. 2. the guy is not going to show up. 3. The guy is going to show up and it will be a princess day. I do not remember discussing the option of not going to check out the adventure. Our odds were on option #2, so we prepared to watch the game at a downtown bar.
We got to the Musial Statue. If I remember correctly, we were to have carried a bouquet of daisies. (correct me if I'm wrong, Fyn. Don't lie, you don't remember). We waited and waited, about an hour past the meeting time. It was getting close to game time. Daisies wilting, crowd thinning. Oh well. I remember that we had insanely good / cheap parking and did not want to move our cars so we were deciding on TV options near the old park, when a young black man approached us. A bit thuggy. Striding purposefully. "Are you Klaw? Nice flowers. Enjoy the game." and handed us two tickets. He accepted our heart-felt thanks and walked away.
Well, THAT was kinda cool. We're IN! As we make our way to the assigned seats, we discover that these tickets are for the carpenter's union family day, purchased years in advance, with no way of knowing that this was to be an historic ballgame. Not only are they good for the game, we get free food and .... UNLIMITED BEER. Did I mention the great parking? We appreciate our PRINCESS STATUS.
As we watched the eagle do his fly-about, Fyn leans into the daddy in front of us. She tells him to watch out, his skinny three year old kid, who is standing on the seat, is going to "get ate up by that folding seat". The daddy says ok, but lets the kid stand on the seat anyway. We whisper and shake our heads at the weekend dummy daddy phenomenon, and pray that he never drives away with her car seat on top of the car.
Thrills and chills, this game. Gallons of cold beer. Chicken sammiches and nachos. Hits, runs, Mac up to bat. 35000ish people standing, screaming, clapping. Mac hits it! Deafening crowd and then ...
whats this? The Blue Angels!!!! The first plane flies so low, I think I see the pilot. But then, the chair eats the little girl and the three of us spend the rest of the inning extracting her and tending to her boo boos. To her credit, Fyn never said I Told You So, but if looks could kill ....