Thursday, June 27, 2013

great day

As previously mentioned, I had myself a big time at the padre game last weekend with none other than my surrogate blog mama, Pat. Beth's mom! She's a fan of the game, our newest San Diego transplant. When she invited me to join her for the day game just a week following my little mishap on Father's Day, I hesitated for only the slightest moment before recognizing that I need to get back on the horse. Besides, I figured if she wanted to toss me over the rows in front of these seats


someone handsome would surely catch me.

I was so excited to be so close, to really feel like a part of the action on the field.

I was riveted by the comings and goings of those lovely, fit boys.

I droned on and on to Pat about which one was my favorite, and she reasoned with stats and talent and logic until I explained that favorite, in my book, was mostly judged by physical appearance.

Case in point: Chase Headly

It's almost easier to admire them from afar, for they all look so handsome in their shiny white pants and athletic dispositions.

No, no, no, no.. keep your hat on honey.

unclean whites are pretty appealing in their own right

I loved being right up there, watching the action just outside the dugout, loved the body language and swagger of the next-at-bat  



loved the jogging in and out, the forgetting of sunglasses

the random people who come to stand around in between half innings


hey look.. up there where it says Toyota? that's where I fell spectacularly last Sunday


what are these guys talking about? are they talking?

Candlesticks always make a nice gift

It was a really lovely day at the ballpark. Thank you, Pat! Did you get to the night game this week?

On our way home, we were lured in to a bar near the trolley station for one last beer. At the point we decided that we'd hop on the next trolley that arrived, Pat was almost done with her beer. And then there was the train. We agreed that no one would notice or care that she still had her beer in hand. Pat knew no one would dare confront her because people are shy of senior. In fact, we sat ourselves in the senior seating area of the rig. 

In all my years riding the San Diego trolley, I can't remember a single time that I've been asked to produce a ticket. I could not imagine a scenario where any sort of authority figure would notice or address the fact that we even existed, let alone confront my companion with her dregs of a bud light on ice. 



And they didn't. The guy on the right in this photo, however, did spend about 10 minutes telling Pat in great detail about all the ways she could access public transportation to get from hither to yon in urban San Diego. All the while she was clutching her beer inside her bag, certain that the big guy would pounce.

Great day. 

7 comments:

Me, You, or Ellie said...

All that angst for the dregs of a bud light on ice.

And I love that Pat knew no one would dare confront her because people are "shy of senior".

This is just grand! What great seats -- holy moly. Nice to have friends in high, er, low places, Jacquie!

And, hey, how 'bout those Pads? Rocking the NL West.

Love!
Ellie

Pat said...

It was a great day! You are a wonderful baseball/beer companion.
Love, Pat

Pickles and Dimes said...

Wonderful seats!

And I laughed out loud at "Candlesticks always make a nice gift." HA.

We're going to a Twins game tonight - can't wait!

MB said...

Love it! I was so nervous that you & Pat were going to get busted on the trolley. And what awesome seats. xo

Beth said...

Ha, ha. Mom, this post reminded me of Kiko Garcia. Remember him? It was my very favorite part about going to O's games as a kid. I totally get Jacquie's means of picking a favorite player ;)

And I must say I am so relieved to find out that (a) the seats were so low for Jacquie's safety, and (b) you didn't actually get busted by the trolley cops, just a nice long, stressful monologue about how a senior can make her way around our fair city!

Someday the three of us will have to go!

xoxo,
Beth

Pat said...

For sure!
Love, Mom

mom c said...

Love it all, I'm kinda not into baseball this summer - the Mets make me crazy.... Glad you two had such a good time together - jealous.. love, mom