Mitch and I went to the Braves game today with two other couples in our small group. We had a great time but it wasn’t fun to watch the Braves lose another game to the Red Sox. I need to be careful how I phrase the following sentences because I don’t want to sound contradictory. I have nothing against the Red Sox fans in particular. I’m sure today’s situation could have happened at Turner Field with any other team’s fans surrounding me. It just really irks me, though, when those sitting around you have no regard for who’s sitting around them. I’m all about team pride and shouting for your favorite ball players but I would appreciate it if they would apologize when spilling their beer down your back. Also, although it’s rude, I expect fans to make fun of the other team. I expect them to make fun of the instant replays on the JumboTron highlighting the opposing team. I guess I should also expect them, after all their rudeness, to also use incorrect grammar. That’s why I love this example…..at Turner Field you will hear, sing, and perform the Tomahawk Chop (tune) many times. So, in all his glory, the sassy smarty-pants fan from Boston, who was sitting behind me, shouted loudly, “That’s the stupidest song and dance I’ve ever heard”. I just giggled to myself.
Both Andrew and Luke stayed with Meme and Pop (Mitch’s parents) today while we were at the game. They all had fun! Pictures will soon be coming. I would post them now but I’m on my computer which has a bad media card and USB port. We’ve only had this certified refurbished Gateway for two days (after having our original one serviced over the past two months) and we’ve already found that this one, too, needs to be sent back in for repair. AHHHH! We should have bought a Dell.
Here’s something random: My friend, Addison, has just graduated as valedictorian from high school. His desire is to attend an Ivy League university and decided that it would be to his advantage to take a year off between graduation and college so he can travel parts of Asia and Europe. I had the joy of being his eighth grade teacher some years ago and spent quite a bit of time with his mother, father, and their six OTHER sons (she’s my secret inspiration as to how to raise boys!). Anyway, he’s keeping an online journal of his daily travels so I thought I’d share his adventure with you. Just click here to read his past posts. I’m am somewhat envious of his journey but I can honestly say that I have no desire to ever go to Asia. I feel guilty saying that. Guilty because I love my comfort zone here in the U.S.A. Guilty because there are people in Asia who need the Gospel. Guilty because I like my hamburgers and don’t want to eat mystery meat. Guilty because I love myself more than others. Ah, the battle of my sin continues.
And, yes…I still hate Napoleon Dynamite. Stop making fun of me for it! (tee hee)