World Series Watching

Baseball - America's favorite pass time. Well, I have never been on board. My earliest memories of baseball include:

• My sister and me playing baseball with a tennis ball in the backyard. It was my turn to pitch, and when she hit the tennis ball, she meant it, and she drove it straight into my eye. There was a black eye and an eye patch worn to school for several days.
• The week after the eye patch was removed, we played baseball in the street with my parents...with an actual baseball. My dad hit aforementioned baseball and drove it straight into my shin. There was a sickening moment when I thought my leg was broken (yes, I was a drama queen even then). Turns out, it was just badly bruised. I took a hiatus from baseball.
  
• In junior high, all the girls played sports. As I had already failed miserably at basketball, was not yet brave enough to try out for cheerleading, and we had no volleyball team, I tried my hand at softball (not baseball, but same thing to me). I managed to hit the ball once...for the entire season...and got tagged out at first.

Therefore, I do not have an affinity for baseball. Also, I find watching it about as interesting as watching paint dry.

Anyway, in case you've been living under a rock (or not in Texas, where something else may be newsworthy), the Texas Rangers are playing in the World Series, and my beloved Dallas Cowboys are the worst team in sports not playing well. Therefore, I have been relegated to watching baseball.

Last night was game one of the World Series, and Michael decided it was high time for me to "suck it up and jump on the bandwagon." He arranged for a night out to mark this occasion.




We started our night at Saltgrass Steakhouse. I was surrounded by $5 appetizers and $2 beers and was, therefore, quite content. The game started out well with the Rangers scoring two runs quickly. There were high fives being given and jubilant chatter among the three patrons in the bar. Then, the Giants decided to dominate the rest of the game. At that point, my appetizers were gone, and no one was allowed to speak, and the tension was as thick as Jello. So, I spent much of the rest of the time at Saltgrass trying to figure out why there was a jackalope (pictured above) mounted and hung in the bar and texting my BFF begging her to come entertain me...which she refused to do.



After Michael and his dad decided all hope was lost, Michael and I went to Sport's City. As you can see, there were more than three patrons in the bar. It was a drunken sea of red and blue, and I kept having to shove my way through the drunks to get to the restroom. So, eventually I posted up near the bathrooms and was continuously shoved out of the way by other patrons who had drank too many beers.



I'm thinking this giant soccer ball beer dispenser had something to do with the drunken part. Apparently, for $20, you can rent that thing out, fill it with beer and bypass having to wait for a bartender/cocktail waitress to serve you.


I stuck to my mug...please note the awesome t-shirt that was purchased for me specially for this occasion. It is unfortunate that you cannot see that "Texas" is written in red glitter. That was my favorite part.


Michael also stuck to a mug...and his perpetual baseball cap. At least it was appropriate to the event.



When this picture was taken, my feet were very sore because I was in high heeled boots and had no place to sit. The boots were necessary as I am very short, and my jeans were made for average-sized humans. I had had one too many beers and was sleepy and ready to be in my sweats...not watching baseball. We left at 10, and the football lover (me) had to console the baseball lover (Michael) by saying, "at least this isn't football where it's one and done. They have six more chances to make it right." This made him feel better. So, I think I did my duty as a bandwagon fan.

Go Rangers!