On Thursday night we went to our local minor league baseball game. Tickets were cheap, and dinner was expensive. I guess that’s how it goes. Anyway, it was fun to sit on the grass and let Creamie run around while we dodged fly balls.
When the game was almost over we walked down to the bench so Creamie could talk to the players for a minute. And she was charming. So charming in fact that one of those big burly baseball players called her back and gave her his ball. (Which would be one of maybe 8 balls that went home with a fan that night.)
She was really excited. And I was too, until he asked me if she was single. I thought he meant me at first, which was awkward, but semi flattering. But no, he was asking about my TWO YEAR OLD DAUGHTER. I am trying not to read too much into the whole thing, maybe he thought he was just being funny? I thought it was pretty creepy, and made me feel like I needed to wash my hands, or my eyes or something.
Anyway, I won’t tell Creamie about that little bit, but she held onto that baseball all the way home and is now carrying it around in her purse. So at least something good came of it. And it was fun to sit out on the grass on our big quilt and just enjoy being together. I think we’ll probably go to a few more games this summer, but I’ve learned my lesson about talking to players.