A few years ago my husband and I took our grandson Mikey to a Seattle Mariner’s game. Oh but he was excited and I was determined to milk every moment of my super grandma status for all it’s worth. I had pried my purse strings open (painful as that is for me to do) and actually purchased tickets to something.
However after arriving to the park and trudging up step after step to the nosebleed section, I realized maybe I should have pried a little harder on the purse strings. Sometimes you do get what you pay for and this was the case here. The nosebleed section is called that for good reason. Having to sit where an oxygen tank should be required was a little disappointing. But, as soon as the bats starting crackin’ things quickly got to a fever pitch and I couldn’t help but get caught up in all the excitement.
I must have been delirious from all the action and lack of oxygen because I grabbed the grand-kid and announced to my husband I was off to get some eats, a giant finger for Mikey and a 6.00 beer. Good Lord would the madness never end!
Off we went just one lucky grand-kid and one blessed grandma. After dropping more than a buck or two. we collected our booty and began the loooong hike back. While making the climb I happened to notice people were staring at me. I thought I was looking nice but I must have been looking real good that day. Wow, maybe they thought I was Mikey’s mom!
Climbing, carrying food and sucking in my gut and double chin at the same time was quite a feat. But with each step my confidence grew almost as big as my head. Finally we were to our row and had only to squeeze by several people, who looked thrilled to see us coming. As we continually excused ourselves while slipping past fellow spectators, the stares continued and I’m sure I was flashing a smile or two to all my admirers.
But darn it, all good things must come to an end and just when we were almost to the safety of our seats, there was one nice lady who just had to tell me “excuse me ma’am but your fly is open.”